BCTheEntity

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@ProPro Yeah, well... I'll make you eat your own cereal.

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@POOHEAD189 What do you think about the changes I made to my character sheet? Since Clock has yet to respond to that question.

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

So how's everybody doing? Pretty well?

Knights of the Imperium: Avatars of War

@Jinxlynx Did you die? I feel like you might have died unintentionally.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@ProPro Son, I will fuck you up worse than Dio fusing those human heads to those cats fucking up their priorities toward serving him.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

I haven't suggested that any of that was your fault, @Lugubrious. I was just making a point about my own mindset at that moment, and I don't think we need to be aggressive with one another over it. That said, you are perhaps right that leaving would be a bit selfish, and I've found myself some renewed willpower to keep pressing on anyway, so feel free to ignore my prior post. @ProPro, I'm coming for you.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

I've Seen Enough Japanese Cartoons To Know Where This Is Going

For a while, the vampire simply lost himself in the slaughter of the eel-like monstrosities. It was about as fun as he'd expected, actually - for once, he could just kill and kill and kill, and nobody in their right minds would try to shame him for pulling these things in half, when not only had they attacked him first, but clearly weren't likely to go extinct any time soon for how many of them stuck around. Erina, to her credit, did almost as good a job at keeping up, her movements... Bend's, perhaps... as fluid as they had been in Motley's fight with her, and against a foe who wasn't nigh-immortal, she actually had the opportunity to show how skilled she was with a blade as she cut down tentacle beast after tentacle beast. How skilled he was- You know what, pretend Bend is her Stand, or an aspect of it, and assume it's her skill whenever he's possessed her, he prompted himself.

Unlike him, however, she was not tireless. Not to suggest she wasn't extremely fit, but after what must have been fifteen minutes of eel after eel emerging from the water and attempting to alternately bite them both and drag them under, she was beginning to show nearly-imperceptible signs of flagging. Those would turn into more drastic failures in due course, and sooner or later develop into catastrophic defeat and death by tentacle eel. He couldn't have that.

Over the next minute or so, Motley fought his way over to his ally, eventually placing himself back at her side, and wondered why he hadn't stayed there the whole time. Probably because the challenge appealed to him, he considered... the situation was slightly different now. And speaking of which, different circumstances called for different combat styles; without asking, he hauled Erina over one shoulder by the waist, much to her chagrin, before allow Heavy Fuel to flow out of him, the oil crackling with his life-sapping energy and lashing out with clawed skeletal hands to spear and crush any of the tentacle-things that felt they needed to leap toward him or his partner.

With a clear space of about two meters now surrounding him, Motley began to run full-speed toward the district of temples he'd been heading for earlier. And when he needed to run, he could really run.

In a few seconds, he was crossing over the water and dozens of meters away from where he'd started, a slick of vaporising crude oil and withered tentacles in his wake. Within a minute, he was well and truly within the temple district, and in a much less flooded section of land than before. Suffice to say, the tentacles weren't following after him any longer; feeling much safer, he dismissed Heavy Fuel and deposited Erina on the ground next to him, a much angrier ally than before.

'Do you mind not picking me up without asking?!' she yelled at him, her upset tone not exactly called for.

'You were going to die if I didn't, Motley retorted. 'And you knew that, too, didn't you?'

'I was doing fine, thanks for asking, vampire.'

'...so by your logic, what you actually mean is "I did need the help, and I greatly appreciate your input, Motley." You're very welcome, Erina.'

'Wh- ...you- ahahaha, nooo, nooooo... n-no.' Heavens to Betsy, was she blushing? 'Shut up I'm not.'

'I said nothing.'

'You said it with your eyes.'

'...well, either way,' Motley continued, smirking just a bit at the kitsune's embarrassment, 'I need you rested for our next fight. If you're tired, you'll be less useful. Speaking of which,' he recalled, 'are you sufficiently fed and watered?'

_{'Maybe if you hadn't barged in whilst I was eating...'}

Oh goodness, now she was pouting and folding her arms over herself. How impetuous. Or, still embarrassed.

'Bend?'

'She had seven bread rolls, three glasses of water, and an entire packet of what looked like mangled pork,' a voice listed.

'Bend, come on, I'm trying to be annoyed with him.'

'It hasn't worked. Anyway, you should be alright for now, in that case...'

And having said that, it was simply a matter of trying to figure out where they were in relation to their opponent. Motley looked around, admiring the quite impressive religious scenery, featuring saints in one glass pane, a martyr in the next, presumably-angelic beings bearing blades and leaves in another. He had no personal issue with religious institutions, himself, though he considered the concept of religion to be a bit of a fallacy in this day and age - after all, what sort of god would allow a man to stride across the world as an undead creature of the night, well beyond his intended lifespan? Of course, if you'd asked him back in the 1930's, the answer might have been a tad different... but feelings like that had dulled over time. He had more material matters to consider nowadays.

Like where his opponent was, damn it. What sort of absurd time limit was a single day in an area as large as a city, anyway? Ridiculous.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@ProPro Sure, I'll see if I can't get another post out after the call is made, assuming @Lugubrious is alright with my doing so.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious So, unfortunately, I feel like I have to drop out of this game. I've kind of been forcing myself to post in the games I'm in lately, for both personal and game-related reasons, and I'm burning myself out as a result. That affects this game in particular, because the quality and volume of writing it demands is quite high; this is a good thing, of course, but my more recent posts in it have ended up being pretty sub-standard compared to what I feel is my usual ability to write, which then ends up being that much further below the necessary writing standards you and the players are presumably looking forward to reading.

Furthermore, and considering the PvP nature of the game, it doesn't seem fair to ProPro to potentially beat him in this round, only to quit shortly afterward for lack of motivation when he seems to be one of the more dedicated players available to you. Having said all that, I deeply apologise for any disruption this causes; if no other players present themselves as replacements, I might suggest that Runch could face off against Motley as an NPC, just so that any interesting tactics Pro has come up with to fight Crue aren't wasted.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters

Alessa listened attentively to Director Kens' description of the apprehended cape and their actions, apparently known as Love Craft. She was also the sort of person to turn her head as the villainous Cape began stripping, though forced herself to look for the sake of security, and promptly finding herself a bit less embarassed at Love Craft's currently-genderless state. Moreso for how openly flirtatious they were with the guard, but that was more shame for them, where they seemed to lack it. And other than that, they seemed... somewhat normal. Protean instructed the Wards to see about interrogating them, and in mere moments, every other member had offered to interrogate them - first Ira, quite eagerly at that; then Evelyn, who made a comment that reminded Alessa to bring something up; and finally Elliot, suggesting that he provide the pressure where the other two girls provided the skill.

'Well, it'd hardly reflect well on me to not join my teammates,' Alessa shrugged casually, 'and I'm sure Love Craft will be more intimidated the more people are there to, ah, persuade them to talk. I'm honestly not sure of how good I am at interrogating people,' she admitted, 'but I can at least be the good cop, if nothing else. Speaking of persuasion, we ought to make sure we're safe. Ira, do you still have your power nullifier around?' That thing would be worth its weight in gold - not only would it switch the playing field from potential all-out Cape combat to a simple 4-on-1 fight if things got nasty, but the eerie sensation of losing one's powers would surely upset Love Craft as well, putting them off their game and setting them up to talk far more readily. And she was sure this sort of thinking might help appease Protean, after his jab about needing to better manage the Wards- she'd promised herself she wouldn't think about that, hadn't she.