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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 I'm perfectly okay with waiting for them to submit their characters. The more the merrier, after all.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - JINGLEFIGHTEND

You did nothing. You didn't contribute, and you failed to help in any meaningful way. You are a failure.

Leave off, Derek, I did the cannon ship aim firing. And he did a great job, that was really wonderful, and they should be ashaped that it didn't get to go to the chin. Captain Cedar confirms that all. Anyway, looked like Christopher Sabat has finally eaten the punch. Or something or other. Oh also Grabbe wasn't a threat anymore, yaaaaay.

But he could get up Stupid! You should kill him while he is down Dummy! What if he crabbes everyone again Whore?

But he was also wrong. Krong didn't have the guts to follow them. Prob. Probably. Except Kaiser, who was unconscious and being carrier, NOOOOOOOOOOO... wait, he was a strong boye. The strongest, in fact. Well, the strongest except that Dirlk was going to be an even stronker boye. Anyway, Scissors would get up again - and he did, becuse he is the best, and the Divine Purpose for some reason said do that, so Dirk hugged him when he appeared. Soft. Mmmm.

He Is Soft, Isn't He! You Should Hug Him More Often!

I should! I should hug everyone more often. But firts, the Captain needed Dirk to go with him... to the chin? So he COULD go to the chin. Maybe.

And kill Krabbe? Or are you just going to posture about your pathetic strength again?

He doesn't need to get the kill, DEREK. You can't bulley Dork so much, you know. Obviously, Dark just needed to follow Cedric, and he'd be fine. See? He's doing it right now. And all is well with him, since the Divine Purpose had told me that I needed to go to the Cedric who was going to the Krabbe, and I went. And he was is REALLY young. Wow. What.

That Is Intriguing! You Found It Out! Well Done!

Thanks, Big Guy. I always have the best timing. And now they were going to be doing at freedom for no crimes, except for this new friend or enemy, who was apparently the also a D.? Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The thing about the people with big D.s is, the Divine Purpose is the knowing of their special. It has them with a large special purpose, and so it says to them "you get to gloe". So they glowed at Dirk, which means Cedric glowed at Dirk and Waifu glows at Dirk. Double glow power. Double special porpoises. Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

And he's going to do the job you're too much of a coward to pull off. You sad sack of crap. If you don't kill Krabbe now, the opportunity will slip away from you.

Uh, YEAH, obviously! What is your pig bucking froblem, Derek? Like a pig bucking a guy off its back into the froblem. I don't NEEEEED to kill anyone! Dirk didn't do things when the Divine Purpose said "no", and right now, it was saying "no". Which meant... maybe Dirk should showed off his great power to fend off this fancy Kite?

But wait, there's more! Because it tranned out Feya was also in the water, where Dirk went to look at her and saw where she was. Why... why did she is in the see? He tilts his mind to look better.

'Feya, why are you in the sea?' Dirk called down to her, but mostly quietly so only loudly enough that she just heard it. 'Did you die? You can't die in the middle of battle. Otherwise, you stop fighting. Why did you die and stop fighting, Freya? That's not good combat ettakit, Flayer. Stop it.' She had to stop dying, otherwise she'd lost and died. And didn't fight. Had to do a fight with the baddies when they were are strill baddies.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Merry my latest status mas.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Trainyard

It sounded like Ira had taken the opportunity to activate her device at last. The null field was, at least, functioning as intended: she could feel her powers leaving her as she passed near Epsilon, and mildly threatening as that was, she knew it also meant any villains in range were equally depowered.

If any were in range, that was. Gunfire and crashing noises rang out from within the warehouse, followed by Overlook’s report that his drone was coming under attack, albeit without any damage dealt so far. Not to mention, whoever was talking in there, a man with a British accent, was apparently coming off as suspicious... shit, could that be Chatterbox? As she recalled from Lovecraft’s interrogation, his power had something to do with his “magic voice”, meaning the more he talked, the more effect it’d have on them. Something for Epsilon’s field to get in range of as soon as possible, then. There could be no funny business with any parahuman abilities if they were inactive, after all.

But something in the guy’s voice... she wanted to think he had a point. It wouldn’t be particularly heroic of them to just allow the crates to be damaged beyond repair, after all... maybe letting a few people go wouldn’t be so...

She was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of requests for their next move. Lillian first, followed shortly by an apparent breakdown of her will to act; and then Margrave, who seemed to be alright, but...

But. But but but.

He’d just suggested they should give up being heroes. And he was making Lillian feel bad in the process. Perhaps with a power of his?

How dare he.

‘Tulpa, keep them busy as long as possible, then take out the drivers once everyone else has engaged with the villains,’ Messiah began, her voice authoritative, commanding even, as she spoke. ‘Tiger Lily, Skeetz, head round the back, cut off that escape route as quickly as possible. Everyone else, move in and spread out. We’re taking these bastards down, now.’

And with that, she grabbed the nearest door and flung it open, gesturing for Margrave, Epsilon, and the soldiers associated with each of them respectively to do as told, each scouring the warehouse from appropriate angles to ensure they would see the interlopers even if they hid elsewhere. She was going to capture at least one of these people, even if it killed her.

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Raymond Haywood: Trainyard

And that, it seemed, was that for the box. A fast job. But not as clean as he’d wanted, not by a long shot; the drone hovering in had demanded that they stand down, and gunfire from Chatterbox was ineffective. What would, on the other hand, be especially effective would be his chatter, if it kept working as intended. If the power worked the way he thought it did, the boy’s big mouth might even be their most valuable asset over time, moreso even than Raymond’s own ability.

And on the other hand, that drone was not proving easy to take down. It could dodge gunfire, and like as not it’d be able to dodge the crate Jason had just hurled at it too... did that, perhaps, have anything to do with the sudden sense of attachment he felt toward the rest of his team?

...HIS team? What the...

Luckily, a few steps further toward the back fixed the matter, giving him a moment too to spy a shadow moving out of the path of the skylight... was somebody up there, then? A problem to resolve in a moment. Right now, he had a job to do - apparently, the plastic drone was hard to hit? Funny story, that was Headhunter’s specialty. He flicked the gun over to its FN P90 setting, and scoped in.

Well, tried to scope in. For some reason, he wasn’t getting a read, despite the drone clearly being in range to hit. Thinker interference? Possibly. He was originally planning to take out the camera first, followed by each propeller in turn, but if that wasn’t going to work out, he might as well just take his shots - aiming at the drone, he let off a spray of five rounds, an attempt to shatter the casing, as well as the more important internals keeping it powered and viable.

And once the drone was down, finishing it off would be a simple matter of smashing it with the butt of his gun a few times. No need to waste any additional bullets on a plastic toy, after all. On the other hand, it did sound like Chatterbox’s gibberish was having rather the opposite effect of what was intended, going by the somewhat distant sound of orders being spouted in the tone of a young-ish girl.

Followed by the opening of the front-side warehouse doors. Shit.

‘Heartless, there’s somebody upstairs. Take them out, and get to us when you’re done. Everyone else, we’re taking the back way out of here,’ he ordered with volume a little way above his usual quietude, gesturing for everyone else to follow him as he began to jog back the way he came in the first place, weapon primed to deal with any soldiers or capes who might show up. Not that that’d happen, but if it did, he’d be ready for it.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Bisuto Ketsu

@Gardevoiran@TheRedWatcher@AngelofOctober@Alias

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'I didn't say anything about whether she was enjoying it,' Ketsu murmured, observing with a hum as the formerly-faint girl suddenly leapt up and began dashing round, finishing off her autograph to Grant and handing it to him before performing what seemed a very lively twirl. Which reminded him, as she was distracting everyone, that he still had some of her blood on his hand. He quickly licked it off.

And had to resteady himself to avoid falling into a state of sheer bliss like Himehana herself. Sweet lord... he knew she smelt good, but that was hands-down the best blood he'd ever tasted. It trumped even the chimera he'd tasted less than an hour before. It was like the best aspects of the freshest venison, lamb, Wagyu beef, who knew what else? It was delicate, and yet bold and heady too; sweet, yet with a pleasantly sour tang, like certain types of plum sauce if they actually tasted of plums; the mouthfeel was... well, the same as regular human blood, thinner for want of RC cells than that of the ghouls he preferred - but somehow, that enhanced the richness rather than diminishing from it, adding to an experience that was all but addictive.

And it was as fleeting as the droplet previously on his thumb, the blood dissolving in his saliva before he swallowed the flavour away, leaving him wanting for more. Dear God. Dear freaking God.

He might have to arrange a liason with Mika at some time in the future. As a "special fan". And now he had an excuse, right?

'Well, listen,' he began to say, making very certain his words came out evenly, 'I still feel bad about all that. Look- here-' Snatching up one of the unused napkins, and gently pulling the pen from her fingers, he wrote down his phone number on the piece of paper, then handed it and her pen to her. 'If there's anything you'd like off of me, just feel free to contact me whenever. Or if you just want to chat again in the future - I think Yuno and I both enjoyed your company, maybe a bit too much.'

If only she knew. Having said all that, he left her and her man-eater boyfriend to their devices, and returned to a drink that by now had been practically forgotten. Another lukewarm sip washed away any lingering flavours of blood, replaced by the taste of coffee, with the mildest hint of sugar taking the edge off the bitter.

Somehow, that latter point was suddenly far more bilious to him than Mika's flavour could ever be. He might just take his coffee straight black from now on.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The joke is, Sett has no idea what An-Hasst's real name is, because he was never told it. So now he's just "The Skayleigh", or whatever he thinks the name of his race is at a given time.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 Alright, post made.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

...well, that was a sign if ever he'd seen one. Having hidden the stave appropriately, he hustled past Argon and the lady Alice, into the same cavern as the rest of the group, climbing up the staircase after the majority of the group and generally keeping his voice down for the time being. No need to draw attention to himself, especially as it seemed the Skewloy had been severely injured by something or other. Oh, he'd need to offer his- ah, never mind. Ursaren had already taken the opportunity. Excellent. In that case...

'I think, my friends, rest may be appropriate here,' Sett offered, his opinion mostly adding on to Geradin's for the moment, 'if only for a short while. As Madame Alice has said, we ought to try and figure out where we are as soon as possible. We wouldn't want to get lost in these caverns, after all...'

That last comment was meant to be cryptic, but the longer he dwelled on it, the more his internal panic did actually rise. Shit, they really were trapped in some unknown caverns, weren't they? No way back, no idea where to go next, and if they went off randomly, they'd probably get lost for days. Sett, at least, had the rations to survive a little while, and they did at least have a cave full of mushrooms to choose from, but chances were they'd run out of everything in a relatively short time, and then what? The world was doomed, that was what, and oh right, they could be set upon by Dark Elves at any moment, or the Rogs from before, and oh shit oh shit okay, okay. Relax, Settionne. It's not like this is the worst scrape you've been in lately.

To distract himself, he went to observe the work the Old Bear had done on the Skally's back. It seemed... surprisingly good, considering that he hadn't done any preliminary cleaning of the injury. 'Ah, a very good job, sir,' he commented, 'I couldn't have done better myself.' That, perhaps, was almost literally true, since he had no particular healing skills of his own, and his magic was often sketchy to manifest. The risks of being taken under the wing of the God of Luck, then.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'm sorry I haven't posted sooner, @POOHEAD189. I've been extremely preoccupied with, amongst other things, Christmas preparations and my recent No More Heroes RP. I'll try to get my post for this game out tomorrow at the latest, and if I fail to do so, I apologise in advance.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@Irredeemable@AngelofOctober@Lady Selune@Old Amsterdam@A Lowly Wretch@Dogematix@Gardevoiran@KaiserElectric@POOHEAD189@TheRedWatcher@Keksalot

Right. This has gotten a bit more attention than I originally expected, I admit, and it's been brought to my attention that the original plan of entry isn't actually feasible - that is, competing for team slots, with runners-up being entered as bosses, which to my understanding has gotten a lot of people annoyed and upset for various reasons, many of which admittedly relate back to my own conduct. Whilst there are some cases where perhaps rules were not read, there are others where I clearly didn't explain the matter sufficiently, for which I apologise profusely.

So, here's what has been suggested to me as an alternative: Rather than competing for slots on a team, multiple teams are implemented, each containing a number of players apiece, depending on how many applications I actually receive. Within a given team, the rules of combat change slightly: no longer does a given team fight a ranking assassin all at once, but in exchange they're able to collectively challenge multiple fighters at once, speeding progression along. This ought to also speed up funding for a given fight, since any one assassin team need only collect the entry fee for one fighter, rather than my original plan of gathering five times that to let them all make the challenge simultaneously.

In exchange... the competition would shift scope to a more traditional arena. First of all, whilst the original plan involved starting the teams off at 26-30, and having the initial fight be against number 25, I'd likely greatly increase the number of assassins between your guys and number 1 - maybe you'd now start at 101 and below, and have to fight 100 and up to get to the top. Considering how many applicants we've had, this may in fact lead to the endgame much faster than before anyway.

Secondly, and speaking of endgame, serious PvP would become a thing. Naturally, there's only a few top slots for one team to occupy, and even one team will wind up occupying the top few ranks of the UAA by themselves. As a result, player assassins will wind up competing against one another to raise or defend their rank - and in the UAA, ranked matches are almost always to the death. To be absolutely clear, character death in a PvP fight, and perhaps some NPC fights depending on the actions taken, will be a very real, even a very likely possibility under these rules. I will strive to consider a fair system for PvP matches, naturally, but should I implement this system, I cannot stress enough that you as players must be willing to accept the consequences involved if such a match turns against you.

That said, I don't want to make the current situation even less tenable for the players, since the change in plans has already been precipitated by bad moods all round. So, before I do anything drastic, I'd like to put it to a vote: would you rather keep the current system for applications and RPing, switch over to the one that's been proposed above, or perhaps suggest minor tweaks to either of them? Raw votes are a laugh on this post for keeping the current system, or a like on it for switching to the new one; any tweaks you want to suggest, or indeed suggestions for a fair way of judging PvP fights, can be proposed in either the OOC or the Discord channel.

EDIT: Oh, and just as a brief reminder, Guild rules suggest not being mean to one another. Please bear this in mind when considering one another's characters from now on, okay?