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

@Regitnui Alright, all of that looks good. If you'd like to head into the Discord, please do so.

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

@Regitnui Very nice indeed. There are a few points to make about Asterisk's special moves, though, bearing in mind that upgrades can be purchased later on: damaged bodies reactivated by Reboot Ricochet should have severely impaired motor function, sort of like disconnected Terminator limbs; My Own Backup should be removed, given that heavy ordnance is not something that other characters really have access to; and Out with a BANG! should require a data dump to protect her code from any potential damage, meaning that Asterisk can only perform the self-destruct on one body model before the rest shut down of their own accord.

Once the right changes are made, just transplant the CS to the Characters tab, and you're in. And of course, feel free to join the Discord channel as desired.

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

@Regitnui Brilliant. Feel free to write and submit the character sheet whenever you're ready to do so.

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

@Regitnui Why, yes we are. It'll be good to have you on board, I think.

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

I'd like to have posted, but obviously the Guild's been out of whack for a while. I'll see about getting a post up at some point soon.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - Deef Yeet

As Dirk went to the right stuff place, market place right right place, he was followed by his fellow follow Slice. Slide was a weirdo guy, and Dirk sometimes has the reasons to be not where is the burning man is, but right now, he can not be leave that he's being followed. How dare he get followed, who's there?!

Slick. Jackass.

Oh right, this guy. 'We're going to the markerland place,' Dirk wanted to say quietly, and would. 'Art can be art when art does art. And sell for Berries. Make and sell art for that money, is what I mean to wish say went, but not people art. That turns into unfun.' Although, if you get art on to a person, you could sell the art to the person and grab their time for the money...

Great Idea Dirk! Good Thinking!

Yes.

But anywhen, they reach the marketplace, and are stunned at the money going around. Not that much, but some amount is. Sadly the ships are going to close, and Dirk needs to money food the up place, so it's time to duhduhduhduhdududududududbuy! But there's no time for that, because they got offered a blue fruit by some guy. It... it looks similar to the one he already has.

It's a Devil Fruit Failure! You have to buy it Loser! Do it now Jackass!

But it's blue. Dark's is sort of yellow-grey. They... but maybe... because of the spirals into the spiral abyss... no ships heck, there's blue on the fingers. Dirk's never got the blue on the fingers. Or yellowgrey. Maybe it's a lie. He can't know for the shore, though without it.

'Okay good, but let me see it first,' he says, and tries to take the fruit from the guy. But as he does that, the guy should be distructed enough that he doesn't notice that the Divine Purpose said to Dirk that he had to take stuff from the guy's pockets in the secret way, and secretly get them from his him thing going. Some things, anyway. He also makes sure to make sure that he's making sure his pockets were make sure. Make secure. He made his jacket pockets secure with his elbows, because otherwise the guy could tyr to nab the real deal instead of the fake deal, or even his knife that is a contributear to his strength alongside the Rock Lion Energy power Dirk had, and that's no good.

He'll probably steal it anyway, you utter idiot. Do you think he's stupid, or perhaps inopportune? You're going to get your stuff stolen if you're not careful.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lazo@ProPro Thinking about it, I agree with Lazo about her judgementality not being so high. I'm not gonna edit anything now, but I'm kind of envisioning Bend being completely on board with Motley doing what he did for his own reasons, and semi-gradually convincing Erina of the same, if that sounds like an idea to follow through with.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Easy Come, Easy Go

The target died with shocking ease, he pondered as he fell to the ground and landed lightly on his toes. He’d expected a bit more resistance, honestly… from Runch, if not from anybody else. Speaking of whom, he appeared to be utterly livid with what he’d done, judging by his expression as he spoke.

And frankly, whilst he wasn’t surprised to hear himself being dismissed, he was disappointed with Runch’s lack of pragmatism. He held Runch’s gaze coolly with but a tilt of his head as the pirate captain spoke to Oren through the phylactery, before ultimately calling Erina to follow on after him. She seemed a bit upset herself, to say the least.

Motley waited until Runch had turned away before he began to speak. ‘If it matters,’ he stated bluntly, ‘I extend my respects to her for not begging at the end. However, she had decided we were enemies before we even knew she existed; if you believe she’d extend your brand of mercy to us with the situation reversed, or indeed that she could not have fought back at all in her circumstances or known what would result if she failed, you are the naive one.’

He’d meant to leave at this point, but turned to find Erina’s sword at his neck, blazing with purple flames. When did she… and was Bend still possessing her there? For a moment, it seemed he was; but a moment later, the sword began to quake, the flame dissipated to reveal a rusted blade, and the girl sheathed her weapon angrily.

'There's reasonable and unreasonable killing. What sort of prestige did you hope to get out of this?'

To anyone else, the question might have been a piercing blow. Motley’s response was far more calculated: ‘Ask her. Or better yet, ask Bend. He gets it.’ If she read between the lines, she’d understand that he meant his words very literally. She could see and speak to spectres, could she not?

Nonetheless, he’d been asked to leave, and hadn’t even been attacked as a result of his actions. Perhaps that was the best option he could hope for here. Even so, as he wandered past the fox girl and away from the irate pirate, moving back into the inn, it stuck in his mind that he’d effectively be made a target for killing one of the staff running the tournament. And now he had nobody to back him up if he needed it, which was… concerning, perhaps.

But, it had a potential resolution. He pressed it as appropriate to try and call Oren, if he still could. If his phylactery no longer worked as intended, so be it; he’d try and find another of Oren’s drones to talk to. If it did function, however, he would utter the following words into it, and release it before any reply could be given:

‘You’re on thin ice, the lot of you. Should the girl’s brother come after me on his own perogative, for vengeance or otherwise, then that’s his fight to resolve. If anyone else is sent after me by your organisation, you will all be on my kill list. I don’t like having enemies who haven’t been dealt with, and I’m sure you don’t either. Consider this your only warning.’

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious So if Erina heads off with Runch over Motley, does that put her under @ProPro's control, or would I retain control over her? Or would @Lazo be put back in control of her? I'm not sure.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: Trainyard

He could have taken the shot at the white-robed girl with the glowing face. He should have, and yet he hadn’t, because just as he was about to scope in, his power deserted him again. He’d been slow, and that had left him vulnerable - and by the time he’d stepped back, something had burst through the wall, something of metal and concrete and hate, and who knew what else?

‘Doesn’t matter. Run,’ he half-muttered in response to Thunderbolt’s yell of what was likely terror. His own voice was notably at its loudest since he’d first met Jason, closer to regular speech than his usual whisper, and with that in mind, he chose to duck behind the nearest set of crates, retreating toward the back of the warehouse as he kept weaving between the crates. He had Chatterbox’s speech to listen to, as well as Heartless’ own attempts to put off the little girl up top… though he had to say, he didn’t think what he was doing was necessarily a good idea. When he’d said “deal with her”, he meant knock her out, not insult her. Who knew what her power was, after all…?

As it turned out, her power was the ability to turn into a dinosaur, as demonstrated by her transformation shortly after the actual exit came back in sight.

‘Heartless, what the fuck did you do?’ Headhunter asked. He spoke at a normal volume, but the tone of his voice was for once mildly shaken, the volume indicating what would be a panicked yell in anyone else’s mouth. And then the jackass just LEFT. How dare he.

Either way, he had a cross between a T-rex and a velociraptor bearing down on him, and he had a feeling the FN P90 wouldn’t suffice to kill it. Stop it. There was technically a human under all of that muscle mass, unfortunately. That in mind, he flicked his gun over to its M16A4 setting, and set himself up at a gap between the crates, ready to open fire on her knees the moment his power prepared for it.

Aim at left kneecap. Shatter kneecap, no permanent damage. Avoid blood vessels and ligaments, ensure bone shrapnel does not strike-

He was drawn out of his planning by a sudden burst of gunfire striking him in the back, dragging him out of his state with a pained grunt. With no time to scope in and redo the calculations, he promptly leapt to the side just as the giant lizard-girl charged past him, in turn barely avoiding being crushed under the weight of so many crates and winding up at the opposite wall of the warehouse in his frenzy to avoid being killed off-handedly.

In fact, it had been a dual burst: that of Margrave’s announced attack, the announcement unheard within the deafness of Raymond’s scoping in, and a second more accurate spray aimed by Corporal Johnson. Not that Raymond himself knew this; he was simply preoccupied with the throbbing pain in his back. His armour had absorbed a lot of the force of those rubber bullets, but wasn’t exactly getting rid of it, just distributing it all evenly. He’d be sore tomorrow, for sure.

And moreso, with the arrival of another soldier: Private Skeetz had shown up round the back, apparently taken one look at the situation with Lillian and decided it warranted no input from him, and moved to handle whatever was on the other side of the warehouse instead. And that was Headhunter, who was promptly shot at from the front, forcing him back behind the fallen crates.

Towards the dinosaur, as it happened. No way was Raymond about to have anything more to do with that. Quickly, he flipped the gun back over to the FN P90 setting, scoped in without a particular target in mind, then quickly span himself round the side of the crate he’d hidden behind whilst designating Skeetz as his target.

Target: enemy soldier, skull. Induce unconsciousness for one minute at minimum, avoid permanent brain damage. Shoot.

He’d admit, he wasn’t expecting to be aiming left of the soldier when he shot. However, he’d also admit that the resulting ricochet off of what appeared to be something solid in the crate the bullet hit did indeed knock the soldier out as intended, the bullet striking the man in the back-left of the helmet and apparently lodging in there as the target fell to the floor face-first.

And that about summed up the matter. Heartless was off with the package, Chatterbox and Sofia were doing whatever they were doing, and Thunderbolt was a big boy who ought not to need his assistance. And if he did, well, he’d shoot down these folks from a distance later on. Until then, he began to run out of the warehouse, ready to try and take on anyone else who followed on after him.