AtomicNut

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

@AtomicNut

Feel free to post whenever by the way, now's as good a time as any to make your way into the story.

@Flood

On it, but RL is getting in the way.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Ferret

• Name: Yuri Konstantin AKA "Ferret"
• Age: 18
• Class: Tactical Agent
• Weapons:
-Tactical Assault Rifle: A run-of-the-mill peashooter that's handed to all tactical agent recruits. Yuri's own rifle is customized for durability under extreme environment and circumstances. In order to compensate for the lack of firepower, Yuri is allowed to carry special loadouts.
-Plasma Knife: A Five-inch model with self-detonating capabilities for a last ditch effort.

• Inventory:
-Standard Medium Armor: Yuri finds it somewhat stuffy, so he kinda "forgets" to wear it sometimes.
-Armor Piercing Bullets x 2 Magazines: What they say on the tin. Made of tungsten and have anti-material properties
- Explosive Bullets x1 Magazine: When the above payload doesn't cut it, these incendiary babies might have enough punch.
-God Killer x 1 Magazine: Yuri's ace in the hole. These extremely dangerous bullets contain a highly radiactive polonium compound. Being radiactive, corrosive and poisonous, even mishandling how to load them can cause serious injury, shorter lifespan and death. The toxicity of these bullets is so potent it can bring GMG's to heel.
- Radio
- Chocolate Snacks
- Smoke Grenades x2
-Flashbang x 2
-Grappling Hook x 1 - Weee
• Background: Yuri used to be a rural kid living in the edge of the northern tundras. Becoming orphaned and cut off from civilization at age 7 by a Warp Quake, the situation seemed like a death sentence, but young Yuri survived against all odds. Becoming a hunter-gathered, he survived 8 years on his own on the frozen wastes, becoming some sort of half-feral child. But he never forget who was the true culprit of his situation.

Years later, when Yuri was 15, the MFF found some kind of freaky reports about a GMG acting in a very odd manner. Surprisingly, they actually found that the creature in question had been wounded by stone-age weapons and traps, much to their confusion. While none of these could ever represent a serious threat to any monster, the fact that someone in the wastes was so stubborn and resourceful to draw blood with just sticks and stones from one of the most feared enemies of mankind was beyond anyone's imagination. After combing the area, they found the culprit. A half starved, snarling Yuri, who was clad in pelts and had a case of bad hygiene.

Baiting him with some sweets, the MFF managed to evacuate Yuri to safety, where he was sent to a facility for rehabilitation. From there on several things were evident, besides the usual maladjustment and malnutrition. Yuri's physical aptitudes, in particular his reflexes, agility and senses, were leagues above of what one would consider "normal". He resembled more a wild ape than a human. Some people say it was some kind of atavism that manifested. Others because his "kill or be killed" wastes mindset accidentally loosened the restraints most people have. Others that the harsh environment forced his body to adapt to the ever challenging tundra.

Whatever the reason might be, Yuri decided to put that talent of his to good use, and decided to join the ranks of the MFF instead of pursuing more intellectual or peaceful enterprises. He would hunt those loathsome creatures and feast on their flesh, and wear their body parts as trophies, while all the time learning slowly how to be human once more.

• Other: It's a trap. Likes sweets and headpats.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

@TheWindelIt would be most welcome, yes.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Ferret

• Name: Yuri Konstantin AKA "Ferret"
• Age: 18
• Class: Tactical Agent
• Weapons:
-Tactical Assault Rifle: A run-of-the-mill peashooter that's handed to all tactical agent recruits. Yuri's own rifle is customized for durability under extreme environment and circumstances. In order to compensate for the lack of firepower, Yuri is allowed to carry special loadouts.
-Plasma Knife: A Five-inch model with self-detonating capabilities for a last ditch effort.

• Inventory:
-Standard Medium Armor: Yuri finds it somewhat stuffy, so he kinda "forgets" to wear it sometimes.
-Armor Piercing Bullets x 2 Magazines: What they say on the tin. Made of tungsten and have anti-material properties
- Explosive Bullets x1 Magazine: When the above payload doesn't cut it, these incendiary babies might have enough punch.
-God Killer x 1 Magazine: Yuri's ace in the hole. These extremely dangerous bullets contain a highly radiactive polonium compound. Being radiactive, corrosive and poisonous, even mishandling how to load them can cause serious injury, shorter lifespan and death. The toxicity of these bullets is so potent it can bring GMG's to heel.
- Radio
- Chocolate Snacks
- Smoke Grenades x2
-Flashbang x 2
-Grappling Hook x 1 - Weee
• Background: Yuri used to be a rural kid living in the edge of the northern tundras. Becoming orphaned and cut off from civilization at age 7 by a Warp Quake, the situation seemed like a death sentence, but young Yuri survived against all odds. Becoming a hunter-gathered, he survived 8 years on his own on the frozen wastes, becoming some sort of half-feral child. But he never forget who was the true culprit of his situation.

Years later, when Yuri was 15, the MFF found some kind of freaky reports about a GMG acting in a very odd manner. Surprisingly, they actually found that the creature in question had been wounded by stone-age weapons and traps, much to their confusion. While none of these could ever represent a serious threat to any monster, the fact that someone in the wastes was so stubborn and resourceful to draw blood with just sticks and stones from one of the most feared enemies of mankind was beyond anyone's imagination. After combing the area, they found the culprit. A half starved, snarling Yuri, who was clad in pelts and had a case of bad hygiene.

Baiting him with some sweets, the MFF managed to evacuate Yuri to safety, where he was sent to a facility for rehabilitation. From there on several things were evident, besides the usual maladjustment and malnutrition. Yuri's physical aptitudes, in particular his reflexes, agility and senses, were leagues above of what one would consider "normal". He resembled more a wild ape than a human. Some people say it was some kind of atavism that manifested. Others because his "kill or be killed" wastes mindset accidentally loosened the restraints most people have. Others that the harsh environment forced his body to adapt to the ever challenging tundra.

Whatever the reason might be, Yuri decided to put that talent of his to good use, and decided to join the ranks of the MFF instead of pursuing more intellectual or peaceful enterprises. He would hunt those loathsome creatures and feast on their flesh, and wear their body parts as trophies, while all the time learning slowly how to be human once more.

• Other: It's a trap. Likes sweets and headpats.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Right. I wonder if GMG fetishist is a valid choice for MFF. Gotta spank em all.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

This looks nice, which side is recruiting?

Royal Rumble!

Melanie and Diana

@Gentlemanvaultboy@Crowvette@rawkhawk64@Scarifar

Not-Melanie kept on smiling, as she tried to pry Diana out of Andra's arms, her eyes looking Ria up and down. "It was pragmatism, miss Sunshine..." The being who was in control of Melanie chuckled so slightly. It felt wrong. "After all, our dear...brave witch is more adept at riding solo. Tis' a pity. Magicians make the finest vessels." She added, as she extender her hand, and something began to materialize from it. It wasn't Melanie's power. It felt... way darker, as if it was connecting with some other place. Mists began to flow, engulfing Melanie's figure as some sort of shadowy, billowing cloak.

And then It took form in Not-Melanie's hand. The essence of Death itself. Most people would see a Scythe. Kings would see a Sword. But everyone would see it as the Reaper's weapon it was. "But to fight a god... you might as well need a little help from a Moira like me. I'm usually in charge of ... terminating life projects, but you people are -highly- amusing."

"And your opponent will be no slouch." She added, looking at the still irresponsive Diana.

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Blackgate Household

Hands traced the still hot and tender figure, as the aroma of carnal pleasure permeated the room. The demon of desire felt giddy, as she soon realized her newest machination had borne fruit. Just needed a little more of time and...

"Moom, are the cookies done yet?" said the shrill voice of the flying ten-year old, half demon, half little girl. All obnoxious. That was Annah, sibling of Meredith and Zack. She and her twin brother were spending some quality time with the matriarch of the house. Mona knew how to pamper the siblings well. They were her most... pliable and prized children of the lot. Perhaps, in this kind of backwards situation, things were sometimes going her way.

Playing with that boy hero had also been highly amusing. He had never expected her blows, to be honest, and seeing the bravado chafe under the inability to go until the bitter end. So unlike someone she knew. Well, probably that sort of wishy washy personality had rubbed off on her eldest, but she had always been a papa's kid, that one. She never knew whether to hate or love herself that one.

"Just a bit more, Annah." She cooed. And then the doorbell rang. Nyxdaemona, strutting full of pride went to open the door. Maybe it was some kind of friend or mail. Her expression soured slightly when she found some scrawny teenager... girl...boy thing. He had also some kind of sword replica at the hip, and was wearing a mask. Gods, this one was worse than the eyepatch girl who called herself a Demon Lady.

"Yes? I'm a bit busy."

"Oh, pardon me... madam." The boy said in a melodious voice. "I am currently conducting a small survey for my... teacher."

"Ok, Fine. What's this about?"

"Oh, just pollution. Don't you feel there's... a bit more of it these days?" The teenager said.

"Is that a question, or a statement?" Mona decided she wasn't liking this idiot goodie two shoes, but it wasn't like she couldn't claw his eyes out after tearing his mask.

"Just small talk, because I truly... don't like doing this." The boy answered.

"...You'd like to play hero with that thing at your hip? Be careful to not cut yourself."

"I try not to. Being cut... sucks." The boy droned. "I'm...actually looking for Alex."

"Alex?"

"Or you know... Demon lady Andras, whatever." This boy was really wasting her time. Nyxdaemona sighed at him, before turning her back on it.
"Haven't seen her on a while. Went with that boy's girl tick or whatever. Now if you'll excuse, I need to feed my children." She added, grumbling. It was then when her hair stood on her back. She should have never let the lad out of her sight. She felt something incredibly dangerous. She had to move. Her legs, as if possesed by springs, jumped at the last second the breeze hit her. The adrenaline made her felt light.

Her dismembered left arm helped too. She eyed the severed limb with incredulity, as she identified that in fact, that weapon the boy was carrying was not a toy, but a tool of murder... in the capable hands of someone able to making a skilled fast draw.

"What...are you." She snarled, as the boy took his sweet time to enter the house and close the door after him, his tranquility was eerie, knowing she was facing a wounded and angry demon. But still... that aura... it felt on the same level as his husband.

"A sloppy.. assasin it seems. Can't even take some demonic trash. But don't you worry. Your kids... I will feed them your cookies." Celestine Lightbringer said as he kept walking towards Mona. He reeled, as some of the glyphs hit him. Mind-control ones? Utterly useless. He answered in kind, a throwing dart lodging in her gut. Mona didn't feel anything, except her own body becoming limp and dead quickly.

"Uh, I guess that much of conotoxin works on fiends." The masked assaulter gloated before quickly closing in the gap, and putting the sword to her neck. It was then when he was greeted by two snarling bat-winged kids, spouting half-snarling threats. "Ah hell." The assassin added. "Uhuh, don't move. You probably don't want mother dearest to lose weight upwards the neck, don't you?" The masked slicer added. "But since things have turned this way... I will let you choose, Hell's best mom. One of your crotchspawn, and I will leave you alone. How's the sound of that? Or you know... you could die."

Nyxdaemona panicked so slightly, and tried to form words."Z..za.." Zack. He was a bit meeker than Anna. Not a good fit for a demon of seduction. She could always have more. Yes, maybe that was a solution to regroup and turn the tables on this perp, maybe she could...

Her trains of thought stopped as she noticed how bloody her body was, and the stump of her neck was bleeding heavily.

"Wrong answer, mom. Really wrong answer." Celestine snarled, as he looked at his handiwork. One filthy demon less in the world. But those little brats were about to get ballistic. He stood up and analyzed the situation, before wiping the sword of the filthy creature's blood.

"Best is about to happen, lil brats." He added. "Take cover...if you can." He eyed the situation, his eyes bleeding under his mask, as he realized, computed, and analyzed. The solution was beneath him all the time. He took one of his knives, and threw it accurately.

It hit the lightbulb.

Then the stove ignited., causing a pipe to begin pooling water in more electrical circuits.

By now the fire would extend to the main pipe and the electrical shortcircuit would propagate it to the nearby buildings. Celestine took a run for the door, as the two alarmed demon kids forgot about their vengeance and darted past him.

No less than three houses exploded.

Celestine brushed out the dirt of his clothes, and looked once more at the terrified, fleeing demon twins. Well, they weren't his target, anyway. He noticed, amidst the light ringing and concussion, one of the so called cookies in the ground.

"It tastes...burnt." He finished, before getting out of the scene before the witnesses and the police could piece what was going on.

Royal Rumble!

Melanie and Diana

@Gentlemanvaultboy@Crowvette@rawkhawk64@Scarifar

Diana shook significantly, being caught off guard by Andras' sudden invasion of her personal space. She tried to protest and push her away, but it was no use. The other girl's touch made her extremely limp and uncomfortable, sending her into some sort of tonic immobility like an opossum. "...I'm ...not." She managed to say before she was completely overwhelmed.

After a few moments of silence, she managed to gather enough strength to utter an almost whispered "Thank you."

It was then when a second voice stated her opinion. "Objects of beauty must be preserved and not be destroyed. Cats... are to be included." Melanie added, thoughtful. She eyed Andras.

And smiled. No, that was not accurate. She grinned.

"Specially a cute little kitty like this one." Her golden eyes shimmered with a vigor never seen, as opposed by her usual self.

"You..." Diana managed to say.

"Well, it's free real state, my little necromancer!" Not-Melanie said.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Leaving the rp.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Time: Night
Location: Ember Grove Hand of God Church
Interactions: Damien @FunnyGuy

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Frida's eyes didn't leave Damien and his crass attitude, much like a sulky child who had just lost a game and found it boring, was somewhat tolerated. She did not relish in this either, but she couldn't rule out the remote possibility that Xavier, upon seeing what she had seen in the streets, had somewhat bent his strict demeanour to accommodate for the lupine curse of his informant. The crow moving away from her did not help either, but this more or less confirmed a nagging suspicion that the creature was a familiar. Of whom, she did not know... yet. But she had known that these creatures were extremely loyal to their masters.

So ... the master of the corvid was someone in Damien's closest circle, if... not the man himself. But what were the odds of such a colourful life finding his way into church? Pretty low. Then again...

Xavier did surprise her mildly upon putting the damned mutt as an equal of hers. But she had long known to endure flippant behaviours if it meant following means to an end. "Well, Father Johnson is the one in charge in here. If he trusts your judgement, who am I to doubt you, Damien?" Frida said, trying to appear a bit polite. "Still the situation is dire indeed. We shall need to communicate eventually. The chosen of the Beast prowl nearby. Stryges. Sons of Lycaon. Maleficae. I am grateful that I've been entrusted to this particular church under transfer orders from my superior exorcists. There is indeed much to do."

I really wonder what ticks underneath that careful kept guard of yours. Oh well, let's shake it a little. Frida pondered. "Allow me to apologize with a little blessing, even though I am no priest." She paused as she extended her hands upon Damien, more specifically the burnt fingers of his hand.

"Mark 16:18. "They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover." She said out loud, as she mentally focused. Sanae She thought inwardly, as the once burnt flesh by the silver was knit anew and healed while she laid her hands on the werewolf, just like the healings of faith from the bible. When she was finished after a trifle."With this, you don't need to explain any wound whatsoever. May God be with ye, Damien." The nun smiled.