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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@The Fated Fallen Actually, I think Elves can't be vampires, because they turned into Dark Elves instead at the time. Actually, if I'm not mistaken, all vampires used to be human, going by lore. I wonder what would happen to another race perverted so by, uh... Wat'shis-Fa'as the Eldritch Abomination. Yeah, that guy.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@AquaAzura You think that's a relationship? Try a White Fang supporter who wants to see the good in humans, next to a blueblood human who by default manifests many of humanity's negative traits in himself, up to and including hatred of Faunus.

...though honestly, I don't really have much justification for that last part other than he's from old blood and was raised poorly. Maybe that's justification enough, but... I don't know if it's somewhat superfluous or not. What do you think, would he be better off as a character without that aspect of himself?

Busting Out of this Fresh Hell

With a grunt, Deprave withdrew his hand again. She didn't have to be a bitch about it. More to the point he didn't have to be a bitch about it, if he wanted he could just snatch it from her hands... and lose the opportunity to screw her in the process. Apparently, he ranked sex over booze in his hierarchy of needs, and that was as it should be, perhaps. Speaking of booze, Grog had just stumbled into their vicinity like a drunken tornado... a really drunken tornado, half-tripping over Old N as the crab-monster moved around as well. Deprave could smell the alcohol on him, which was odd because he always smelled of alcohol. The extra alcohol, he supposed. And, well, it showed in his speech too, when the only legible thing he uttered was "tripped balls through time" or something.

'That is amazing, Grog,' Deprave said dryly to the super-alcoholic, not really amazed at the obvious lie at all. 'Really impressed at how much of the RV you're fucking up. Since you're so drunk, I think it's fair to say you won't need the Power-Pint for at least five minutes, do you mind if I take a few chugs from it?' He'd be ready to take the pint out of Betty's hands the moment he confirmed that he was allowed to have it. Again, he felt stupid abiding by on-the-spot rules, but again, sex beat out booze, whilst having both would be an excellent start to whatever he did next.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@EmzyOfNeverland I was under the impression he was referring to Arjuna, myself.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Lugubrious Ah, so that's kind of like an original character tournament, then. I might join, but that depends on whether I can come up with anything that isn't brokenly powerful compared to other characters.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

...technically, Sett could pray to a god for subtlety. He nodded to Alice, and as the group of people wandered off toward the village, Sett got down on one knee and began muttering to himself, clasping his hands and praying to Fineki under his breath to grant the scouting group a bit of stealth against those who might wish them harm. Half in jest, because so far as he was aware, Fineki rarely if ever granted favours that were selfless in nature, and making it partially joking could convince him otherwise. Or something. Really, it didn't matter either way. And in fact, even if he was called out now, he could use Alice's asking as an alibi for it, since his current guise was as a priest of the gods, plural. Perfect cover.

Once all was said and done, and he'd stood back up again, the people left behind were Geradin the Dwarf, What's-His-Name the Skayleigh, and this newcomer, the skinny human hermit lady. And his acceptably-embroidered self, of course. With that in mind, he wandered over to the new lady, hoping that any charms Fineki had placed upon him were still present whilst he spoke. And in fact, since Geradin and Skayleigh both seemed to be belligerent, he could convince her he was the firendlier of the group...

'Greetings and hello, my good lady!' he began with a cocked grin, strolling up next to the other two people as he locked gazes with the poor woman. 'My, my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? If my companions to either side of me are being somewhat needlessly threatening-' He gestured to Geradin and the Skayleigh. '-I apologise for their behaviour in their stead; we've been travelling for a while, and I think everybody is just a little touchy as a result. I'm Settionne, a priest of the gods, and might I ask what your name is?' He held out a hand for her to shake, the thought only occurring to him afterwards that maybe she could use that opportunity to inject some form of deadly poison into his veins, maybe even magic something into his hand directly, but it was too late to withdraw the hand now, that'd just be impolite.

@POOHEAD189@The Fated Fallen@Banana@Fetzen@Sypherkhode822@Ink Blood

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@Kratesis Yeah, I was going to say. Again. @Jbcool, we're ready to progress whenever you are.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters

...God damn it.

She'd woken up so refreshed, after the downs and ups of last night. She was so glad to have a clear head, so ready to get to training for their next bout of heroics. And then Dean just left. God damn it. God DAMN IT, Dean. At least Collin's power loss was an unforeseen tragedy; Dean's upping stakes like that was just... almost selfish, she wanted to say. For once, she was partway inclined to agree with Margrave's assessment, that when things got tough, you couldn't just abandon your responsibilities, else what state would the world fall into?

But, she reminded herself, not everybody was as obsessed with heroics as she was. She'd never describe Dean as wearing "a mask of audacity and ego", and indeed he hadn't given off that impression at any point... they were all human, and alas, not every human had what it took to do what the Protectorate did.

Having said that, she now needed to pick a new second-in-command. An inconvenience, but ultimately not a crippling blow: her previous assessments stood, and with Dean gone, that left Ira as the next most viable candidate for second. As Elliot and Lyn both began their run, Alessa first walked over to Ira, running alongside her if she took off on that physical task as she talked.

'So, Ira,' she began, as congenially as possible, 'Dean's gone. That's a shame, and I hope he changes his mind at some point and returns to us, but like Protean says, we need to move on from it relatively quickly. That said, I need a new second in command by the end of the day, and I think you'd do a good job of it. You're calm, you're a good thinker, you can create tech that everybody benefits from, not least that amazing power nullification device... I can't tell you how much I appreciate your development of that, by the way,' she said hurriedly, gushing a little with admiration. 'I know you'll do a great job of helping Collin out with something similar, and just... it's great, it's amazing, thank you so so much. Aaanyway, I'd do a more formal interview sort of thing like I did with Dean, but now's obviously a bad time for that. What do you think, are you up to the task?'

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Raymond Haywood: Highway Robbery

And like that, Love Craft was out of commission permanently. Or, probably permanently. What a pity. At least everyone else had more than a fighting chance. And why, what a surprise, both the heroes - Crop Duster and Morales, if he recalled - were just begging to get themselves shot through the head and killed... really, all the remaining mooks were, if he though about it, simply pick them off and... no, hang on, that was not a good plan. He wasn't doing regular work anymore, he needed to leave targets alive. But given the nature of the ex-commando causing his overconfidence, he felt it was a good idea to... ah, Arsenal had him in check for the moment. Best to take out Noble, then; the Captain would hold for a couple of seconds.

No target on Noble.

...wait, what? She was right there, in the open, he was sure she was! He could- no, no, that was the overconfidence doing its thing again. And if she wasn't there, then there was a... he could see him... no, the chances that Morales wasn't where he appeared to be were similar. Headhunter quickly moved to a kneeling position, leaving the M16 in place on the ground and drawing his FN P90 instead, scoping in once again to try and target Morales.

Target Captain Morales-

As it happened, Morales was approaching from Headhunter's eight o'clock. And it was a damn good thing the angle wasn't any greater, because the jerk round to that distance was extremely jarring in itself. And how'd he get there, anyway? It was like he'd teleported, or been elsewhere all along, or... but no matter; he was in view now, armour and all, and almost certainly able to be dealt with quite readily. A quick movement of his right shin, and now Raymond was facing the Captain almost directly.

Target Captain Morales. Aim for the skull. Graze and/or deflect off without breaking bone, induce concussion and unconsciousness. Permanent brain damage is undesirable. Shoot. Change point of skull to target, similar result, manage targeting to prevent permanent brain damage. Shoot. Change point of skull to target, similar result, manage targeting to prevent permanent brain damage. Shoot.

Unscoping to admire his handiwork more effectively, Headhunter decided now would be a good time to contact the other Jacks. Activating his earpiece to talk to them, he uttered 'The Captain and Crop Duster you're fighting aren't real. Morales is down, and I can't get a bead on Noble. Somebody grab the target soon, we need to leave ASAP.'

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Well, with the tau gone, and Hank AWOL, that leaves Depressed and Sophrus as the last two to post before a full round.

@Necroes

I was just about to say. @Sophrus, @DepressedSoviet, @Hank, you've all been addressed by Lucius IC. He needs you to respond to him.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

@EmzyOfNeverland Nice. He's in the Characters tab now.