The Wild West

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Arsenal - Highway Robbery

Arsenal glanced over to the common girl, walking in front of any vehicle with any half-moral driver would cause some sort of disturbance in the highway, especially if the drivers are some bleeding heart heroes of the Protectorate. He liked that idea, but the annoying one called Chatterbox started divulge their own way of taking on the convoy of two heavily armored vans. It was reasonable, rather than try out his rambunctious plan it was more of a slow methodical way of taking down the escorts. Still, Chatterbox said it in an irritating way so Arsenal furrowed his brow at the young adult. "Sure, all the while we are the ones dodging bullets and bombshells with you in the back trying to yell at them to stop?" Arsenal knew that the plan had less faults than his previous bareback plan, but still Chatterbox's smile just irritated him at all times. However, before anything else could happen it seemed that something of note was going on between the group's police radio. It seemed that instead of fighting one Protectorate cape and a few grunts, they were going to be battling two of these professionals and some grunts. This put a wrench in their plans, he could only hope that Headhunter had heard that call as Arsenal knew that the armored vans would be coming any minute. Exhaling deeply, Arsenal looked at the current members and judged that if all of them tried to do their best and with a smidgen of teamwork they would be able to do something right in the new situation."Well... guess we ain't got no better plan than what Chatterbox said, immobilize the transports and try to protect our little non-combat fella against these mystery threats until we've got them under our control," Arsenal said with a bit of disdain in his words, " And we better start getting ready now, transports can't be too far and we've gotta hit them fast and hard once they come to that halting stop." Arsenal started to prep his equipment, loud whirring sounds starting to appear from his poncho with a slight fluttering underneath, even though he had stocked them with non-lethal bullets, it was still going to provide decent covering fire and later on let him use his more explosive weapons with them hiding from his barrage of bullets.

Artificer - Denver Skyline

Two months have passed by for Pete, those previous two months he has been spending his time hanging out with G4M3R and the Minutemen to stop some crime for money. Artificer thought it was fun just hanging around and doing neat stuff with his newly found powers, he knew that studying for college right now would be so boring compared to fighting crime with his friends, but it seemed that the hero business hasn't really been picking up lately for the group. It was true that the Protectorate had a sort of monopoly on the hero business, but he knew that these vast businesses would have tiny cracks laying around their foundation and that was what the Minutemen were going to try to pry their way into the business of saving some people. One of the many ways that the Minutemen could pry their way into becoming real heroes was to patrol around the area, the Protectorate couldn't be everywhere at once handling every small crime, so that means the Minutemen would be able to fill that role and possibly get some renown and money for their services. Still, it was kind of hard to see down below for crime while flying up in the air.

Artificer was currently riding upon his Ebony Fly, a pony-sized wooden construct that could somehow fly, with his passenger G4M3R riding behind him due to his limited mobility compared to the other two members of the Minutemen. Kyoshi was below them following their general flight path, she could be able to get to most places with her powers to bend the earth around her, so she was probably fine in most cases. Anyway, Artificer was looking for some trouble to help solve, looking at the streets was a bit harder due to everyone looking like small blobs and usually the roofs didn't have much trouble to solve... Oh wait, what is that? Artificer squinted at the roof of a fairly tall office building and noticed something going on between some people. The fly rider reached inside his costume for his walkie-takie, he pressed the talk button and talked loud enough for G4M3R to hear as well, "Kyoshi, I think I see something on top of some office building around 200 feet tall. Try to get there as fast as you can, me and G4M3R are heading towards there now."

While Ebony Fly was starting to get closer to the roof, he started to see the figures on the roof top with a bit more clarity and was surprised to actually recognize one of the people. "Holy shit, G4M3R! I think that is Furnace on the roof right there," Artificer said, nudging his friend slightly with Ebony Fly flying at a faster speed towards the roof. He noted the other two figures on the roof, it was another costumed person but this one had a gun pointed closely at some woman which could only mean that this lady was some type of villain. Artificer maneuvered Ebony Fly to flank the costumed villain, he ushered G4M3R to be ready with his weapons and hoped that Kyoshi would come soon to further outnumber the enemy. It didn't take long before Ebony Fly was positioned to flank Sonkia, it was hovering a few feet above the ground with the two heroes joining in on the confrontation. "Lady, you're outnumbered, let the woman go and we can talk this out," Artificer stated, his fingers fidgeting with one of the beads attached to his dull looking necklace.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Pete Anderson

Artificer

Name: Pete Anderson
Alias: Artificer
Age: 18
Alignment: Hero
Loyalty: Minutemen
Appearance: Pete is still rather young to be battling it out against criminals and his 5’6” body pretty much shows that fact. He has a physique that you could determine to be skinny fat, even though he looks rather thin his general aptitude at fitness isn’t all there with his body. Pete is pretty damn white, he has a large head of styled brown hair, and sadly still has braces stuck in his mouth. Combied with his general don't-care look of t-shirts, jeans, and hoodies make him not too attractive. Artificer on the other hand looks pretty cool in his eyes, he wears a padded black jacket vest with a bullet proof vest underneath, some padded dark blue jeans, padded long sleeved white shirt, a paintball mask, and some combat boots.

History: Pete has lived with his family here in Denver his entire life, it was a pretty standard living arrangement as a mother,father, brother, and sister lived within their fairly large apartment. It was just about as average as one could imagine, loving family, a close group of friends, did fairly well in school, but there was one thing that Pete always wanted to do within his spare time. He always wanted to be an engineer of some sort, he always looked up to tinkers in all forms of media, and he thought that if he could build stuff like them than technically he could find himself being like one of them. It was to be his goal to build really cool stuff like the high-tech stuff he sees on TV, but the only problem with this goal was that Pete sucked at it in almost every single way. Anything he tried to build would eventually break or destroy itself almost comically, from birdhouses to programming some robots ended up in complete and total failure. This obsession with tinker construction lasted far longer than any thought, and soon his family began to become worried about his growing stress of failing to become his idols.

It had been three years since his first construction, and every single prototype ended up in complete failure to the dismay of the little would-be tinker. He was stuck inside his room most of the day, his grades have been dropping, and his general hygiene was getting worse and worse. It was becoming a total hindrance with the family, but no matter how many interventions or trying to snap him out proved nothing as he toiled with design and design. Pete was losing it, he just wanted to build one thing without it becoming a failure and he would be satisfied and leave to do something more productive. However, the more his failures became apparent to him the more stubborn he got to actually build something for himself. It was a never-ending cycle of failure until one fateful day, sitting down on his chair and pulling himself up to his workbench, Pete was ready again for another failure as he grabbed some scrap and tools that littered the worn out table. He was going to build something that would result in failure from his guess, but suddenly his vision started to get blurry and Pete felt sort of weird before suddenly blacking out.

When Pete awoke, he checked his clock to see that two hours had passed, he just assumed that he was tired which resulted in him passing out. He felt weird by the whole ordeal, but as he reached for the scrap again, Pete grabbed something strange. It was… Something that he has never seen before, a wooden figure that was shaped like some sort of insect? He didn't remember carving this figure as he started to flip the thing over, and as he got to the bottom there was something scrawled on it. Pete was confused by these words and uttered them aloud causing something eye-popping to happen to the wooden figure. The wooden insect had suddenly transformed into a pony sized disgusting fly! Pete shrieked at the top of his lungs as the fly started to buzz around his room, there was no way something like that could transform from that tiny little figure! After a few minutes of him pressing himself against the wall with the fly nonchalantly buzzing around near his door, his panicked mind soon remembered those words scrawled on the bottom of the figure that started this entire situation. Saying those words once again, the gigantic fly quickly transformed back into its tiny wooden state leaving Pete sitting on the ground breathing in a rapid pace. He looked at the figure and thought to himself, "I made that."

Personality

Motivations: To show off his creations mostly to the public, he wants to show the people his cool creations and do cool things with them.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Likes:

• Tinkers
• Building
• Family

Dislikes:

• Failure
• Destruction
• Criminals

Derangement: Confused, Pete finds that his mind became a bit foggy after his powers randomly came to him causing himself to become a minor klutz and random small cases of short-term memory loss.

Parahumanism

Skills: Pete is good at playing video games and can memorize things to a decent degree if he doesn’t get one of his cases of short-term memory loss. I mean, that is all he has, what can you expect from a young teen that hasnt done much with their life?
Classification: Tinker
Details: Artificer has a fairly different process when it comes to building stuff like other tinkerers. While most would find themselves working meticulously on their projects creating every nook and cranny on their creations, Artificer finds himself completely unconscious the entire time while constructing his creations. Yep, Artificer enters a trance like state whenever he sits down to build some stuff, at a minimum Artificer is in a trance for at minimum thirty minutes and no max time limit. So, while Artificer is in this trance with his glassy eyes, he ignores everything around him and his body goes on basically an auto-pilot until a the random item has been finished and ready for use.
Limitations: The most obvious limitation is that Pete blacks out whenever he goes to make another creation. The resulting problems from that first one causes Pete to have no recollection on how to re-construct the item or repair it all, the object is as foreign to him as any other person that looks at the random item. This also means that Pete doesn’t know how to work these random pieces of technology, so it is mostly just a trial and error type of deal when trying to figure out what these items do which makes for some highly hilarious or dangerous shenanigans.
Equipment:

• Fly Figure made of Ebony - While in lifeless figure form it is as hard as a wood with the size merely being an inch long, but once in its pony-sized living form by saying the command word "Shoo Fly", it also follows the commands of the one that summoned it. So, with a body made of wood it is resistant to most average blunt attacks but a few shots from a gun would make it revert back into figure form.
• Necklace of Beads - A simple strand of string with some beads which makes for a fairly simple necklace. However, each can be plucked off the string with ease and thrown, once landing on any surface the bead instantly detonates causing an explosion which becomes larger corresponding to the size of the bead. The bead sizes range from one to nine on a scale, one having the average power to blow a door clean off its hinges to nine destroying an entire floor of an apartment building. Generally, one can predict each occurring size is around half a pound of C4, so number one would be half a pound while nine a whopping 4.5 pounds. Currently this necklace contains one nine, two sevens, two fives, and four threes.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@solokolos As I posited in the chat, my idea is a hero team that isn't super duper heroic. They subsist on donations but REALLY want you to send in those donations. Maybe they do some advertising or streaming too? Basically a team that tries to get around the "if you take jobs for money you're going to be watched like a hawk" stuff that the PRT implements.

@Kafka Komedy

I'd be fine with that idea Kafka, right now I just realized the amount of independents that Eklispe has to deal with so I think adding another would just be mean. If Pro accepts the idea I'll get Artificer to join up with the unnamed third group.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Pete Anderson

Artificer

Name: Pete Anderson
Alias: Artificer
Age: 18
Alignment: Hero
Loyalty: Minutemen
Appearance: Pete is still rather young to be battling it out against criminals and his 5’6” body pretty much shows that fact. He has a physique that you could determine to be skinny fat, even though he looks rather thin his general aptitude at fitness isn’t all there with his body. Pete is pretty damn white, he has a large head of styled brown hair, and sadly still has braces stuck in his mouth. Combied with his general don't-care look of t-shirts, jeans, and hoodies make him not too attractive. Artificer on the other hand looks pretty cool in his eyes, he wears a padded black jacket vest with a bullet proof vest underneath, some padded dark blue jeans, padded long sleeved white shirt, a paintball mask, and some combat boots.

History: Pete has lived with his family here in Denver his entire life, it was a pretty standard living arrangement as a mother,father, brother, and sister lived within their fairly large apartment. It was just about as average as one could imagine, loving family, a close group of friends, did fairly well in school, but there was one thing that Pete always wanted to do within his spare time. He always wanted to be an engineer of some sort, he always looked up to tinkers in all forms of media, and he thought that if he could build stuff like them than technically he could find himself being like one of them. It was to be his goal to build really cool stuff like the high-tech stuff he sees on TV, but the only problem with this goal was that Pete sucked at it in almost every single way. Anything he tried to build would eventually break or destroy itself almost comically, from birdhouses to programming some robots ended up in complete and total failure. This obsession with tinker construction lasted far longer than any thought, and soon his family began to become worried about his growing stress of failing to become his idols.

It had been three years since his first construction, and every single prototype ended up in complete failure to the dismay of the little would-be tinker. He was stuck inside his room most of the day, his grades have been dropping, and his general hygiene was getting worse and worse. It was becoming a total hindrance with the family, but no matter how many interventions or trying to snap him out proved nothing as he toiled with design and design. Pete was losing it, he just wanted to build one thing without it becoming a failure and he would be satisfied and leave to do something more productive. However, the more his failures became apparent to him the more stubborn he got to actually build something for himself. It was a never-ending cycle of failure until one fateful day, sitting down on his chair and pulling himself up to his workbench, Pete was ready again for another failure as he grabbed some scrap and tools that littered the worn out table. He was going to build something that would result in failure from his guess, but suddenly his vision started to get blurry and Pete felt sort of weird before suddenly blacking out.

When Pete awoke, he checked his clock to see that two hours had passed, he just assumed that he was tired which resulted in him passing out. He felt weird by the whole ordeal, but as he reached for the scrap again, Pete grabbed something strange. It was… Something that he has never seen before, a wooden figure that was shaped like some sort of insect? He didn't remember carving this figure as he started to flip the thing over, and as he got to the bottom there was something scrawled on it. Pete was confused by these words and uttered them aloud causing something eye-popping to happen to the wooden figure. The wooden insect had suddenly transformed into a pony sized disgusting fly! Pete shrieked at the top of his lungs as the fly started to buzz around his room, there was no way something like that could transform from that tiny little figure! After a few minutes of him pressing himself against the wall with the fly nonchalantly buzzing around near his door, his panicked mind soon remembered those words scrawled on the bottom of the figure that started this entire situation. Saying those words once again, the gigantic fly quickly transformed back into its tiny wooden state leaving Pete sitting on the ground breathing in a rapid pace. He looked at the figure and thought to himself, "I made that."

Personality

Motivations: To show off his creations mostly to the public, he wants to show the people his cool creations and do cool things with them.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Likes:

• Tinkers
• Building
• Family

Dislikes:

• Failure
• Destruction
• Criminals

Derangement: Confused, Pete finds that his mind became a bit foggy after his powers randomly came to him causing himself to become a minor klutz and random small cases of short-term memory loss.

Parahumanism

Skills: Pete is good at playing video games and can memorize things to a decent degree if he doesn’t get one of his cases of short-term memory loss. I mean, that is all he has, what can you expect from a young teen that hasnt done much with their life?
Classification: Tinker
Details: Artificer has a fairly different process when it comes to building stuff like other tinkerers. While most would find themselves working meticulously on their projects creating every nook and cranny on their creations, Artificer finds himself completely unconscious the entire time while constructing his creations. Yep, Artificer enters a trance like state whenever he sits down to build some stuff, at a minimum Artificer is in a trance for at minimum thirty minutes and no max time limit. So, while Artificer is in this trance with his glassy eyes, he ignores everything around him and his body goes on basically an auto-pilot until a the random item has been finished and ready for use.
Limitations: The most obvious limitation is that Pete blacks out whenever he goes to make another creation. The resulting problems from that first one causes Pete to have no recollection on how to re-construct the item or repair it all, the object is as foreign to him as any other person that looks at the random item. This also means that Pete doesn’t know how to work these random pieces of technology, so it is mostly just a trial and error type of deal when trying to figure out what these items do which makes for some highly hilarious or dangerous shenanigans.
Equipment:

• Fly Figure made of Ebony - While in lifeless figure form it is as hard as a wood with the size merely being an inch long, but once in its pony-sized living form by saying the command word "Shoo Fly", it also follows the commands of the one that summoned it. So, with a body made of wood it is resistant to most average blunt attacks but a few shots from a gun would make it revert back into figure form.
• Necklace of Beads - A simple strand of string with some beads which makes for a fairly simple necklace. However, each can be plucked off the string with ease and thrown, once landing on any surface the bead instantly detonates causing an explosion which becomes larger corresponding to the size of the bead. The bead sizes range from one to nine on a scale, one having the average power to blow a door clean off its hinges to nine destroying an entire floor of an apartment building. Generally, one can predict each occurring size is around half a pound of C4, so number one would be half a pound while nine a whopping 4.5 pounds. Currently this necklace contains one nine, two sevens, two fives, and four threes.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan

@Lugubrious

Flint smiled under the red bandanna as his fellow guild member accepted his request. He never was too good with mingling and parties back in his homeland, but if you get some alcohol in his system with a good buddy to drink alongside, it makes standing around just a bit easier for the bounty hunter. Flint also noted the leaving of Argus, he guessed that hearing an "old" man's tale was boring enough as they left to find new companions, he nodded his head at the disappearing Argus and soon followed Jo-Kam over to the cocktail bar.

Arriving shortly after the group dropped down to two, Flint waited with his drinking buddy to be noticed by the bartender and soon was ordering his drink. "I'd like an old fashioned, double if you don't mind," Flint said, glancing over to his Joakim to see what they would be ordering from the bar. While waiting for their drinks, Flint looked towards his listener to start the next part of his story. "Now, where was I... That's right, I was screaming my head straight off at the sight of these grafted on contraptions. I didn't see none like it, new machines were popping up all over the barren land, but the thing that was attached to me was something completely different. It made it even weirder considerin' that there was not two, but six arms attached to me that caused a bit of hollerin' on my side. It took a bit for me to finally calm down, I mean it took me a bit to realize that Bill Carson hadn't killed me at all, I knew that son of bitch wouldn't had let me live if he had found me, so I could only assume that someone saved me from that man tanning my hide. So, I walked around that little wood cabin, found myself this very set of clothing you see here, some food and equipment, and a direction to the town of Dead Rock. Now, I don't know a single respectable man that would decline to pay back a life debt and I wasn't going to be the first to start, so I followed the map given to me about 20 miles northeast,"

The bartender skillfully introduced the drinks to the two, not interrupting the story, and while Flint continued on to re-live his past journey he drank sips of his old fashioned between the pauses. "So, I go to the town of Dead Rock, a mining town that has been digging like crazy into the mountain near the town. Dead Rock was booming with people, too much considering there probably wasn't enough metals in that mountain to make everyone a rich man, but I goes and ask some people about that girl, Prisilla. They all gave me the same answer, she been recently kidnapped by the natives down by the river, nasty people that drown anyone with their water magic. Chief Ama was the leader, as I recalled they had a nice bounty on their head, so I had a bit of conjoined interest on the matter. I was still a bit sore from my previous near-death experience, but man it was nothing like money to get my blood pumping again. I acquired myself some new weapons, it was strange trying to fire a gun with my new cumbersome arms, I even managed to convince some of the able-bodied men that lived near the town to share some of that money as one man against an entire tribe would just be suicide. Anyway, I went off with my temporary posse to pay off a life debt to an unknown stranger... and to get some money on the way."

"So I sneak over to the village with the men, this time I'm extra aware of my surroundings as I didn't want no person sneaking behind me again to ruin all the fun. The village was pretty big, considering that we were just a few men with some pistols and shotguns, I was feeling a little bit outnumbered, but I still had those headstrong thoughts that we could do this as long as we play it safe. I went in first, told them to attack on my signal once Prisilla is out and safe. So I sneaked in, it was night time so it made hiding easier but if I made one mistake there wouldn't be enough time for the posse to come in and save me before I was dead. So my first goal was to find that girl Prisilla, it was hard trying to move quietly with such a heavy load on your shoulders, I still didn't understand why that blasted contraption had three pairs of arms as it was just a ridiculous sight. I still trudged along though, peeping into those large tents trying to find the one person that didn't want to scalp my head. Boy, it was a real long night, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack in that village, but I eventually found her tied up to a post in one of the smaller huts. It was finally a damn rescue for that girl, she was all kinds of roughed up but I could tell she was a tough nut from the look on her eyes. I untied her, getting her out of the mess would be first before attacking Chief Ama's village, but as we tried to leave we found ourselves in a entirely new messed up situation."

"We was surrounded, and at the center was Chief Ama giving me a good stink eye. He says to me with a deep voice, "You dare try to take away my revenge? You dare try to take away our justice?" He was mighty angry, I didn't know what he was talking about, but I knew that he wasn't going to let us leave alive. I try to push Prisilla behind me with my arm, with the other under the poncho readying my gun, it was a standoff without my posse but for some reason Prisilla was trying to get my attention during this important time. She whispers to me, "I know that arm, I know it real well... Mister, I don't know where you got those things but when things get scary form your hand like a gun and pretend to fire them, please." Now, you can only imagine the confusion going through my head as I was being surrounded by dozens of people while the chieftain was saying something about revenge and justice, and this little girl telling me to fire at people with a finger gun. I mean... In any other situation, I would have not taken that little girl's advice, but with the absurdity of the situation that has been going on, I felt like giving it a shot. So, I pray to any higher being looking down on me that day and tried out my devil's luck."

"I pulled out my hand, form it to look like a gun, and thought to myself saying 'bang'. And by all kinds of divine grace and luck, the thing actually worked and soon a torrent of water gushed out of my finger and blasted the people in front of me away! It didn't take me another moment to raise my left arm that was guarding Prisilla, and surprisingly a blast of lightning fired out from my finger tips and BAM! Lightning combined with water shook up those natives good. Everyone was panicking and scrambling around trying to avoid me and the screams I guess was the signal for the posse as I soon heard the hiding men charging with their pistols firing into the air. It was just an entire cluster of men everywhere, bullets and arrows whizzing around with a sudden fire spreading around the tents. I made sure that Prisilla was safe behind me, but I was suddenly tackled from the side, I quickly grabbed the spear as it was trying to pierce my chest by the assailant! I yell at the girl to get back in the tent, and I look to see who is trying to end my life and it was the chieftain with a crazed look on his face. We struggle while the fire and fight rages on, I manage to throw him off me but he managed to get a good slash on my chest. We both get back up as fast as we can, I point my hands at him while he points that spear at me. Little did I know, during the tussle on the ground my arms had switched around, so when I tried to fire another gush of water at him, a breath of fire instead exited out! He managed to dodge the attack, but man were we both surprised by the sudden switch of elements. I tried on the other arm this time, a big chunk of rock shot out this time and he broke that earth against his spear! He charged at me soon after he blocked the shot, I try to fire another rock shot but he managed to get a good stab into my side. It hurt like hell, but I managed to tough it out and punched him square in the face before firing that same rock chunk in his face. Chief Ama was knocked out cold from that, but I was cold as well as I passed out."

"I woke up in Dead Rock, I learned that they let the surviving children and women were leaving to one of those reservations, the remaining men needed to face justice for the crimes they committed to the town of Dead Rock and the rest of the county sadly. Meanwhile, I got paid the bounty with the rest of the brave men, I was celebrated a hero in Dead Rock, but now that things were finished with I could get some answers out of Prisilla. She tells me her full name is Prisilla Angelina, her grandfather is John Angelina and was the inventor of this here machine. The thing is though, is that he had disappeared a few weeks ago, and hasn't come back home since his sudden disappearance. She tried to go on her own actually, to find her grandpa, but was captured by the natives not too far into her journey. Well, by the end of it, Prisilla says to me that my debt ain't over as she still needs protecting and demanded that she comes along in my journey to find her grandpa. I wasn't too keen by the entire idea of bringing a little girl around my bounty hunting, but man was she as stubborn as a mule! That girl wouldn't move an inch, had the will of a full-grown man in that little fourteen-year-old body. At that point I couldn't refuse as she started to hold her breath and turning blue, so I accepted her under my wing. That was more than 10 years ago, but I gotta say I sure am glad that that stubborn ass girl convinced me to take her along, probably never would have survived without her. Anyway, that was when I first adventure with Six Shooter, and it was after that my exploits just got bigger and bigger, but those are stories for other times."

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

Once the door was swung opened by the crippled rat, Kritch soon met the person that was being rescued and was genuinely surprised by their appearance. Kritch always thought that he was going to be the shortest in the entire bunch of temporary meat shields, but it seemed that the lizard-thing was shorter albeit only a few inches shorter than the rat. Well, anyway, the injured Kritch watched the lizard-thing step out of their chamber, commenting on his rather ugly appearance and the desecrated corpse of the latest murdered guard. Kritch didn't care too much of the guard's gruesome demise as he was trying to basically end his life in the prison, but the cautious rat was more or less paranoid about the gas-thing and any action that they would do forward in the journey of escape. That thing was going to be the death of him with their violent actions, and the last thing that Kritch wanted in his life was death, especially by the hands of the venomous gas-thing filling his body with whatever happened to the guard. So, giving V one quick glance, Kritch followed the lizard-thing to the escape vehicle and out of this prison filled with almost-dead bodies of guards and prisoners.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Arsenal - Highway Robbery

The arrangement of the building seemed acceptable, even though it wasn't as fancy as his old house this secluded warehouse would be his new house of operations for his many creations. From his previous battle, Arsenal knew that he needed to up the firepower of his weapons as they could barely get through that zombie man's defenses of mere bone and metal. He would need to place a higher caliber weapon somewhere on his body but where? Well, that would come later as he also needed to plan his escapes as well since the entire alleyway fiasco resulted in him barely getting away from those PRT bastards. Smoke emitters? It would provide ample cover if there was none to be found near him, and he could fill the area other than just smoke. Well, these things would have to explored later as it seemed that the absent planner of the group wanted the mismatch of villains to break someone out of their imprisonment before they would even arrive to their forever home.

'The Jacks', honestly Arsenal hated their team name, found themselves near the target location being an interstate highway just a few miles off of Denver. The mechanical man scanned his gathered teammates yet again, working with groups was something that he wanted but Arsenal was expecting a more serious group of villains. The big man, the one that was breathing down his neck the entire trip to their hideout, seemed to be the leader of the group which was a problem that Arsenal would need to bring up with the group after the mission was complete. The androgynous... Thing? Was the quirkiest out of the four, their act for sure was hiding something but that would need to be something to explore later during their time as a group. The talkative man, the most annoying out of the four seemed to be useless for the group as he did nothing else but chatter nonsense. Lastly... There was the, teenager that barely left a presence at all, honestly Arsenal had nothing good or bad to say about them other than that they just exist within his world. Though, enough thinking as the group needed a plan to get this 'Gamble' out of the van and into their care.

"Ok, so with that guy setting up his equipment somewhere else around here, that will leave four of us to figure out something for ourselves. Honestly, if the reports on Gamble are true, he shouldn't even have been captured in the first place but it seems that the course of action seems pretty simple. We just need to cause a situation in the highway that would put his life in danger on multiple levels, that should boost his powers up exponentially for him to escape and survive. The main problem is that Cape escorting carrying the target, we have to incapacitate them somehow, something maybe our sniper friend would be able to achieve with their unknown presence. All I'm saying is, we need to wreak the transports as quickly and dangerously as possible and book it the hell out of the scene of crime while covering our asses from the unknown escort of our target. Anyone got any better ideas for this bareback plan?"

Macavity - Underground Safe House

You know, it sure is a good feeling bringing some poor rundown orphan somewhere safe from the mean mafia hunting them down, but did you know there is an even greater feeling than saving a little orphan girl from the mafia? That is... FINALLY SHOWING YOUR KICK-ASS HIDDEN SECRET BUNKER THAT YOU SPENT A SHIT TON OF MONEY ON TO SOMEONE! It felt amazing, the look on the little girl's face when they entered the room combined with the surge of questions was just awesome. What is the point of creating such a kick-ass hidden room if you couldn't show it off to anyone? Well, Macavity was pretty sure that this little girl can be trusted with one of his hideouts, but it would suck tremendous balls if this place was raided as Macavity had spent a pretty penny to make a room not look like it was an underground bunker. Still, he would have to worry about the future later as he needed to be present to enjoy the feeling of showing off the cool shit to other people and brag about said cool shit.

"It wasn't easy, had to hire this shady organization to even manage to make plans on this underground hideout and... Well, it did cost quite a bit of money hiring that Tinker to construct the... Wait, can- can you let me finish? Thank you, I spent a lot of money constructing this area without anyone the wiser. I had to hire this Tinker, specialized in creating liars, can you imagine that? Paid him a hefty amount with the added bonus to not steal from him keeping that he never discusses this deal to anyone. I'm also like, one-hundred percent sure that he has created secret areas for other heroes and villains but that ain't my business. To anwser the money question, I haven't counted all my goods for quite some time, but I think I have enough money to live comfortably for the next century. Plus, this hideout is completely unknown to everyone including the PRT, another huge sum of money to get that but I'm sure that this place is unknown to everyone including villains and heroes."

The barrage of questions was something to be expected from the awed little girl, but it was still quite tiring trying to answer them as rapidly as they were being asked to the thief. He pulled up a seat from one of the nearby tables in the small room, he watched the girl immediately grab one of the bars of gold like some little kid at a museum. He allowed that one to slide, bars of gold are harmless to his knowledge but Macavity honestly had no idea what half of the stolen objects in the decorated room could actually do, so he preferred to leave them alone. Anyway, it seemed that the last question was uttered from her thought patterns as things from her end started to get quiet as she sat on the bed. She was thinking of something, the look on her face said that, but Macavity was no mind reader so he just crossed his legs and waited for the girl to break out of her haze.

She spoke up after a few moments of self-thought, and asked a rather large question from him regarding something that he would normally never give away... His past. He moved his jaw around for a moment or two, wondering to himself what he should reveal to the girl before speaking up to answer the final question. "Well, I guess I can kill two birds with one stone from the last two questions. I started when I was young, maybe no older than fourteen when I did my first heist. Why I started stealing though? That is a tough cookie right there... I could easily say to you that I did it for my dying family, needed to take care of the bunch from the ruthless powers that put me and my loved ones to the bottom. Or, I could say that I came from a master family of thieves and it is just expected from me. Honestly, the list could go on and on, but I wont spout that drivel to you. I'll just get to the point, I just simply wanted more from life. The world is unfair to everyone, I was born in a position that would have ruled me to die in the streets as collateral from a drive-by shooting or a drug overdose to escape my bleak future, and did you know not a single person would have gave two-shits about me if that happened to me? I simply didn't want that in my life, so, I broke out of the chains holding me back and found myself in a position to be something greater than I was supposed to be. I wanted more from life, so I simply clawed with all of my might to reach a place that I could find acceptable. So, that is why I steal. Do you have any other questions?"

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan

@Lugubrious@Raijinslayer

Flint had passed up on the chance to try some of those little fancy green things, but didn't seem to pass on the opportunity to tell his story once again to the curious Jo-Kam and recruit Argus. "None taken, nothing rude about asking a man about his travels. It has been awhile since I had last been in a position to tell some of my stories, those dime novels already did that for me, but between us I've never actually taken on the entire Ambrose Gang with just one spell. I'm getting ahead of myself though, I'm guessin' you two want to hear the tale of how I gotten the Ol' Six Shooter? Well, you best believe me proper because it is one hell of a strange one."

"You see, back in my early days I used to use everything as weapon besides that fancy magic as I had no skill in that trade. All the townspeople thought I was just right insane since all of the bounties worth chasin' were the people who made a name for themselves using some dangerous magic. The lawmen could take down at most some of those small town kids, but people like Molly the Butcher or the Ambrose Gang? Nah, those little tin-star men were just rightly happy being alive. However, they can't just let those people run wild so they would stoop so low to have other people take on those problems for them, and that you two, is where I came in."

"See, I was still a small time bounty hunter, I've done my share of some gun-slinging but battling people with some of that powerful magic? Out of the question, but I was young, stupid, and arrogant from my past victories that I thought I could take on one of the bigger bounties. Bill Carson was his name, robbed two banks, killed six lawmen, and racked up a hell of a bounty by escaping jail more than dozen times. I was after that big meat, cash could last me any number amount of trips to the bar, and with my mean-ass attitude I thought I could take on that fire-spewing asshole. But boy, was I wrong about that, the rascal had gotten smart and nearly hired every drunken drifter and saddle bastard to report about anyone walks into his territory. And I soon found myself ambushed at the Martha Junction, fifteen men stood up from the brushes to give me a close casket funeral, but I beat them away easy. Found myself some cover, waited for the fire to stop, and sent three unlucky whoresons to their grave. It doesn't take much for those drunks to scare off, but little did I know it was just a nasty trap as I found myself with a quick jut to the head and falling face first into that nasty dirt ground."

"So I found myself waking up, head pounding and body feeling like I've been trampled by a stampede of horses. And as I was starting to get my bearings, guess who was standing right above me? Bill Carson himself, with a big bent pig iron bar in his hands and a nasty look on his face. So as I get up, he says to me, "About time you woke up! Been hitting you with this here bar for just about twenty minutes! Man, you is one tough boy but you ain't tough enough to kill Bill Carson!" He laughed at me, and I was rightly angry at him, but he was right, I was looking black and blue all over with red dripping everywhere around my body. At that point, I was beat to near death but Bill didn't just end it right there, no he did not. He grabbed me by the neck, felt like I was just about to choke to death from that mean boy's farmer hands. He forces me outside with a blindfold, shoves me forward and says that if I just keep walking in front of me and said if I can survive till' sundown, they would let me go free. I knew it was a bad deal, I had my broken body and Bill had his sick sense of torture, but I still walked since everything I wanted at that point was to live and to later take revenge on that man."

"So I walked... And walked, and walked until I could feel my feet bleed from the stony ground. I was left with nothing but my knickers, and I knew once nighttime came that I would be a frozen treat for those blasted coyotes. My arms, couldn't move em' one bit as I trudged along with the blindfold leading me to nowhere. I thought it to be my end, alone, broken, and most importantly disgraced from that no-nothing Bill Carson. I got tired from all that walking and found myself falling face dirt once again, this time with no one there to pro-long my life... Well, none that I was aware of."

"I woke up again, feeling even worse than I did if that was even possible. I didn't think the afterlife would make you feel this bad for my deeds, but after opening my eyes I just found myself in some small little cabin. Nothing too bad, the bed wasn't exactly my style but it was better than a mouth full of dirt. My body felt even worse than before if I forgot the mention that, couldn't even leave the bed for darn's sake as I felt groggy all to hell, but I saw something on my lap. It was a note of all things, after being dragged through the dirt, bullets flying at me, bars of iron, and walking through hell itself it was just a piece of paper this time in the past few days. I pick it up, and read it out all slurred like, "Avenge my daughter and you have earned your reward, ask the town of Dead Rock about Prisilla and they will tell you what you need to know," I was confused for sure, didn't know anything about what I was reading or what I was doing at this place, but as my eyes drifted away from those words and to my thumb, I realized something strange, this ain't my thumb. My mind focused itself from its pained state, and I soon found my arms had went missing and were replaced with something entirely new. Hard to admit, but I was screaming for the next ten minutes like a kid that just been disciplined... So, that is how I found Ol' Six Shooter, stories say different but that is how I had gotten these things. If you want to know about more, after I had gotten my unwilling transplant, we gotta find something to wet my whistle."

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan

@Lugubrious

Standing inside a fancy building, surrounded by hundreds of well-dressed dancing wizards, and the entire event just spewing out proper elegance for everyone that was invited to the ballroom. Well, except for that one grungy looking man standing around with his extremely large and poorly patched piece of cloth that he called clothes. The man wasn't even wearing a shirt under that poncho, he was literally half-naked without that earthy toned garment but that this problem was only due to his predicament in the limb department. The rather large sombrero combined with the bright red-masked also didn't help much in the elegant look of the average event goer. Though, the grungy looking man didn't mind the vast difference of appearance between the average denizen of the event. Even if he tried to look fancy, the contraptions permanently attached to his body would cause too much of a stir within the peaceful ballroom. So, Flint just resigned himself to the less populated area of the room silently staring at the guest that populated the fancy palace.

While trying to look as inconspicuous as possible in his conspicuous attire, it didn't take too long before someone took to note of the two new members of the Frenzy Plant guild. Flint realized that this approaching character was someone that belonged to the guild as well, but Flint always had trouble remembering people's names and rather giving them nicknames of their appearance or actions. To be honest though, in his profession, it wasn't rude to call other murderous people by an alias rather than their real name. So, Flint just waited for the fellow guild member to approach within an acceptable distance of conversing with strangers.

Jo-Kam, that was his name wasn't it? The Frenzy Plant member was trying to talk to the two newest trainees of their guild, trying to make them feel involved and Flint appreciated the effort. "I do admit, I expected something with a bit more violence for my first mission, but standing around and doing nothing is my fifth favorite thing to do at least," Flint remarked, "And at least you dressed up for the event at hand, never thought to pack myself up with some fancy clothes."

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

Kritch knew that the pain of willingly reforming his hand in a small confined space would be immensely powerful from the dangerously low thought out plan, but he was hoping that the massive amount adrenaline and fear running though his body would null his senses for this very grueling moment. This wasn't the case this time. A familiar feeling of searing pain soared throughout Kritch's hairy malformed body causing it to jolt and contort around several angles. The rat's hand had quickly shot out of the destroyed guardsman's brain, his bloody ruined hand exposed to the suffering rat's eyes caused him to curse within his language chittering, clicking, and squeaking seemingly at the same time with its rapid sounds. Kritch didn't even notice the semi-liquid cloud of death toying with the already defeated guardsman, he was just tightly clenching his limp wrist staring at his ravaged hand. It had been quite some time being subjected to his amount of pain, one of his main goals was to actually avoid being hurt as getting hurt is quite bad! Still, after his cursing subsided for the moment, Kritch's even more blood red eyes landed upon the mess that gas-cloud thing had produced with the last guardsman.

While normally Kritch would run away at the sight of such horrors from an untrustworthy ally, the amount of pain, fear, and adrenaline coursing through his veins threw away his caution to the winds of chaos and merely wanted this nightmare to be over. Letting out a simple snort to V's words, he grabbed the flying keys with his good hand before stumbling towards the locked door. "Lizard-thing better be of use-use," Kritch muttered to himself, unlocking the prison door and unleashing Betty to the prison hallways of temporary freedom. "We must flee-escape building now, monster too power-strong for us, we go to escape-free driver,"