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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Airport

Raymond ignored the emergency situation in concourse A, after a brief scan. It didn’t matter, if the parahuman who’d caused it wasn’t directly there, though he made brief mention of it in the Jacks’ comms. No, finding the Cape would be tantamount to solving this issue.

After a few moments, he laid eyes on them: a gaudy green fixture within concourse B, seemingly moving, though it was hard to tell. Drawing his weapon and switching to assault rifle form, he had the scope on his helmet flip down, scoping in to-

...or not. Apparently, he couldn’t use his power at that precise moment. Odd, very odd. Promptly, he reported in: ‘Suspect sighted in concourse B. My power isn’t functioning properly at the moment, so I’d advise all Jacks and as many other people as possible converge on the area. I’ll keep you up to tabs on their location.’ In the meantime, Raymond chose to glance around at the rest of the airport from his position, his gaze returning to concourse B every few seconds to make sure the green geist wasn’t going anywhere too quickly. Maybe they could teleport, or maybe the one he’d initially seen was just an illusion, along with much of the damage being dealt? He couldn’t say without proper intel.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

A.L.M.A. Unit "Roxanne"

It wasn't Roxanne's place to debate the nature of any filing systems Ray came up with. However, she did say 'You are welcome, Ray,' once she'd finished that statement. She'd established that other beings did indeed say that in response when thanked, though contrariwise, most did not pose in an exaggerated manner when announcing where they were headed, so Roxanne didn't either.

A lot of people might have been a bit embarrassed or put off by Ray's lack of filter. The chassis she mentioned was technically intended for "pleasure and leisure", though its design was intended as a means to acquire and store sexual fluids, as well as to deposit them for the purposes of testing impregnation of monstergirls with human children. So far, the testing on that front had been somewhat inviable, but for the purposes of interacting with other monstergirls in any sense beyond academy business, the chassis was entirely functional. Of course, lacking the same taboos about sexual discussion as a human or monstergirl might, Roxanne simply nodded along with Ray's rambling, uttering 'A new set of clothing might be nice' as somewhat of a platitude when she mentioned frilly outfits. Not that her specific clothing mattered much to her.

And then they encountered Jenny. As always, Ray was stunned by the size of the girl as if for the first time. Twenty meters tall, with substantial mass to accompany that height, and forever forced to wander through the halls of the academy at a slight crouch, at best. Perhaps she would be better suited to a non-enclosed environment, given that even the academy's holdings left her in a somewhat problematic situation.

Nonetheless, Roxanne walked past her, dispassionately uttering 'Greetings, Jenny. How are you feeling today? If you need help moving through the doorway, please ask.' It might have come over as a tad rude just for the tone, but the first two statements were intended to be smalltalk of the sort others might engage in, and the latter was entirely sincere. Roxanne wasn't designed to be insincere, or at least hadn't encountered insincerity enough to suggest that it was something a large number of people engaged in.

'Greetings, Eileen. How are you feeling today?' To the Valstrax, the same greeting in the same tone that the Lao-Shan Lung had received. It was a very suitable way of saying hello to people, Roxanne believed, conveying all the necessary concern for others one might need to to show one was interested in their emotions. That, she'd found, was something a lot of people saw a lot of value in.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - Out to Picture

Well, Sment went did no wording, so I'll just have to dote myself. I've got the Divine Purpose, he has the good tools to good timing with, and now they went to moving to places in sneaking format, with full sneaks on the sneak snlevel, there where he the they he goes to find Marionetees.

They're going to see you Dumbass! You should leave Fool!

Divine Purpose is too good. It leads to place. He was in with a chance, and he went in with a no seen sight seeing tour, and got a pen and drew it on the nearest paper. Better than Park's, though, probably, and it was just a gunnon which did have crossed out. Then when he did that, he left, and gone went to the next place, but retained the penteler. Where Marines are, he is also there, secret drawing a crossed cannon. A cross cannon with crossed. It is crossed out. Sometimes maybe is Smee instead.

Those Looked Really Good, Dirk! You Should Think About Becoming An Artist!

They'll never understand what you're saying, you waste. Or better yet, they'll all figure it out, and blow the plan into the water.

Shut.

That'd be a good way for your disgusting backside to die, too.

SsssHUTT.

If I could, I'd kill you.

There started to get annoyed grumbel from Dirk's mouth, as he tried to shutt. Tri-ing to shutt Derek. He can't. No Derek. Stop it.

I'd go ahead and KILL ALL YOUR SO-CALLED FRIENDS too, if they even count as friends YOU ARE ALONE SCUM

'Ggggnhhrhrhghghghghhnfahghrrtrtsdtfsd.' He needed to not do that right now. Being angery would mean he can't make the Divine Purpose work. It won't work if he doesn't go fsat, and there I couldn't achieve the top place if I'm not noting note places of the links of people's places. It has to be this there then Divine Purpose needs to keep up. Shush. Hsuuush.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

@Old Amsterdam@ProPro
As Bugsy looked over the slip of paper, a distinct gleam entered his eyes. Yeah... yeah, it was probably just a feel-good sort of thing, but in a way, he was feeling more confident already! Confident enough that when Leonard asked him about whether he had some being he could summon, bolstered by Blue’s words of supplication regarding who Leonard was, he grinned, and the being from earlier immediately emerged from his body, new to Leonard, and more detailed for Laurie.

It turned out that only half of its body was white, the other side a bright red colour, though the newly-visible arm and fingers matched its counterpart in being composed of segmented balloon rings and confetti, as did its legs. Its face, rather than being explicitly revealed, was more of a mask - the mask of comedic embodiment seen so often in theatre productions, in fact, embodying Bugsy’s aspirations and his image up to this point to a tee.

It was only after the Stand had been summoned that Bugsy’s grin faltered. ‘Huh. That’s weird,’ he muttered quietly. ‘Normally he doesn’t come out unless...’ Even as his voice trailed off, the image of the Stand began to flicker, seeming like it’d fade with a whimper rather than any dramatic flair in very short order.

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@knifeman@LemonZest1337@Lugubrious
A few minutes of driving later, and the duo in the van found their way to the park Mieke was stationed in. A few more minutes of walking after that, despite onlookers questioning under their breath whether an alligator should be allowed to wander around freely like that, and the duo became a trio, Arthur and Hogan encountering the easily-upset girl as she listened to her podcast. Evidently, they had plenty to talk about - and it turns out a bench is a great place to talk about things.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

@Lmpkio At least one MH character is a good twenty meters tall, so doing a massive monstergirl in the shape of Godzilla isn't exactly implausible.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

A.L.M.A. Unit "Roxanne"

'Nutrient paste increased nine percent. Growth hormone increased two percent. Saline decreased eleven percent.'

The announcements, emitted from separate speakers with a far smoother artificial output than Doctor Osborne's, were mere formalities, for each process was initiated almost before the doctor had finished requesting them. Within the mainframe, Roxanne's mind was at its broadest in one sense, and its narrowest in another - each machine, each switch, every electrical spark within the laboratory, moved and flipped and empowered at Roxanne's command, and yet the vast majority of the devices within lacked advanced sensors of any sort. Some visual sensors showed when Doctor Osborne was taking the reins - a new expression for her, since she'd only truly figured out metaphors some weeks ago - but otherwise, she'd feel nothing physical even if the entire laboratory exploded with her mind trapped in it.

Not that she couldn't take another body and leave whenever she felt like it. However, she didn't feel like it. Managing the procedures the doctor needed help with was, for want of a better word, stimulating for her, in a way that simply working on just the one task in a more humanoid form couldn't hope to be. Losing focus wasn't an issue, tiring out wasn't an issue, and so keeping an entire laboratory of vat-grown humans in check was a task that yielded a unique sort of pleasure for her. "Her". A strange way to think of herself given her technical lack of physical sex, but every other being around aside from Doctor Osborne was female, and even the doctor himself lacked the majority of his body, including the genitalia necessary to reproduce with.

That said, whilst she couldn't lose focus, she'd developed a habit of waiting for orders, something the doctor had been trying to break her of for a long time. Thus, it wasn't until he told her to lock down the faulty filter coil- one that had been noticed and ignored for several minutes now, since it wasn't a major enough fault to ping any systems until several seconds before- that she took action in that regard, first limiting its output, then isolating it from the rest of the system, and lastly turning it off entirely, announcing each step accordingly. Internal devices would shortly disgorge the coil for replacement, at which point the circuit could be reintroduced to the system to resume normal functionality.

However, she wouldn't be around for it. She had to introduce the new students to the school alongside Ray, which would leave the automated system behind to do any further work for her. Competent enough, certainly, for an unintelligent device, but any and all changes to the proceeding work would need to be enacted by Doctor Osborne - not that he couldn't do so, as he was already beginning to show. With the doctor handling the matter accordingly, Roxanne focused, and absconded from her faceless form.

And opened her eyes, blinking and twitching slightly as the sensors and servos of her base humanoid chassis adjusted to account for current working conditions. Once recalibration was completed and all potential issues were ruled out, Roxanne stepped out of her storage container, examining the laboratory's systems for any obvious issues- none found, as she had been well aware just before exiting it- as she walked over to Ray's office. The slime girl was having trouble finding the information she needed - "Where did she leave the information about new classes?"

Grabbing a sheath of loose papers without any fresh slime on them, Roxanne quickly filed through the stack, each page's content scanned immediately as the previous one went to the back of the pile, until every page had been processed, and all but two were neatly tapped into a perfect rectangle and placed upon Ray's desk. The last two, with the information about the new classes on both sides of each sheet, were handed to the slimegirl.

'Here is the information you require,' Roxanne politely informed Ray. Where the speakers of her mainframe form were just that, the systems behind her voice modulation in humanoid states were far more complex, allowing for much more natural-sounding speech. One could hardly tell the vocal cords generating the noise were made of biometallic steel. 'We must proceed to the mess hall now. We do not want to be late.'

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Little Owl Cafe

Evelyn left almost immediately once Alessa had made her statement. Honestly, she didn’t blame her. She herself couldn’t just abandon the majority of her team without telling them what was likely going to happen, but since there were more people here who needed her than outside, she’d follow outside only once Lillian and Kendall were okay with that plan.

Or... until Lillian stood up and motioned for Alessa and Kendall to follow her outside? She was crying, evidently, and Alessa couldn’t just leave her to be upset. Hell, what sort of girlfriend would she be if she did? What sort of girlfriend was she at the moment, considering how she hadn’t helped soothe Lillian accordingly yet? And...

Too many questions, frankly, given how quickly things were moving along. Downing the remainder of her coffee very quickly- a perk of absorbing all the heat, though it made drinking cheaper coffee impossible- and uttered to Kendall ‘I think we ought to start heading out now,’ before promptly doing so, bringing out her phone to begin texting Decoy.

The ensuing conversation between Lillian and Elliot was, to be frank, a bit confusing, and apparently represented some sort of catharsis for the younger girl. Lillian hadn’t been with the Wards for years, had she? She’d been with them for a few months at most. Hell, Alessa herself was in charge primarily because she had the most experience of the group, having been with the Wards for a bit over a year total, and she was still screwing things up regularly... they both seemed to think they were weak? Well, weak for Lillian, and a total failure for Elliot, and... gah, this wasn’t fun. How would she go about fixing this? There was some sort of attempt to form a bridge, evidently, and maybe helping with that would be a good idea.

‘Maybe I’m gonna come off as insincere,’ Alessa began as Elliot tried to free himself from Lillian’s grasp, wringing her hands together at her waist, ‘but if it matters at all, I’m very sorry I’ve contributed to how alienated you feel from the rest of the group, Elliot. I should have done more to include you, and I know there was at least one time I could have done that recently where I just failed. And, really, that goes for the rest of you guys as well,’ she felt the need to add, glancing over the three other girls regretfully too. ‘It feels like I’ve been doing everything wrong with the Wards since I started up - Evelyn, you were so upset by what happened with Shatterpoint, and I don’t think I helped you enough with those negative feelings; Lillian, I know you like me, but in light of what you’ve said, I don’t know that I’ve been supporting you very well at all, even as your girlfriend; and Kendall... well, we must seem like a pretty incoherent team, huh?

‘...I will say, I don’t want to hear anything like what Elliot said to Lillian in the Little Owl again,’ she made note of after a second. ‘And that’s from anybody in this group, before anyone thinks I’m singling Elliot out. I do understand where the frustration comes from, but putting it that way is rude, and doesn’t solve anyone’s problems. And... I think group cohesion is something we seriously need to work on, as a whole,’ she concluded, ‘especially with a new member to introduce. After this, I’m gonna see about setting up activities we can do together, as a team- ...as friends. Because, I want to think we can all get along, you know?’

Once she’d had her say there, she finished off the half-written text to Decoy, essentially reiterating the idea she’d had about using not the Wards, but the idea of the Wards heading out on a group mission as bait to catch whoever Collin was using as his collaborator, complete with Evelyn being able to trap him using her abilities, and sent it on to him. She only hoped he could spin up something to fill in the gaps and make the whole plan cohesive.

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Raymond Haywood: The Airport

With his equipment gathered, and after a brief, subtle check to make sure all was well in that regard, it didn’t take long to find a bathroom to enter and start changing into uniform. And in that timeframe, everything went to shit, complete with the noise of an explosion overshadowing all else. The moment he stepped out, it was clear something on the runway had been destroyed; from the look of things, it seemed to be an air traffic tower that had been standing a moment ago, and not too much time after that, as the rest of the Jacks communicated their verdict - sensory manipulation caused by a parahuman - the nearby tram went off the rails, the line evidently bombed.

‘Visuals on my end are as follows,’ he promptly reported, efficient as a soldier could be. Ideally, he’d just be taken for pre-emptive military assistance by passengers. The plus sides of having an official uniform for a Cape outfit. ‘The air traffic tower near Terminal C is down, as is the corresponding tram and tram line. Could be a Thinker and/or Master, if the explosions are illusory; alternatively, a Stranger might be intentionally hiding the real destruction. Shaker influence either way, given the scale.’

As Chatterbox gave his proposal for Headhunter’s next move, he nodded. High ground, unobstructed view. ‘Confirmed. If I find the target, I’ll try to take them out. If I can’t do that, I’ll keep you informed of their location.’ With that, he began his hunt for a better vantage point. The only question there was, where would be best?

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Little Owl Cafe

Okay, where the heck was this attitude coming from with Margrave? Was this because he felt like he’d been slighted? She’d absolutely tried to connect with him after the fact, damn it, and been brushed off for her efforts!

And before she could take him to task, Lillian responded with... substantial meekness. Her words were sweet, honestly, and it seemed logical for her to pass off command to Alessa in turn. Before she could say anything, though, Elliot continued as if his response were already scripted in his mind - and frankly, it was mean. Yes, of course Alessa knew all that stuff about Elliot, and about the rest of the Wards!

From their files. Oh, God, and whilst it wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to talk with him throughout her year under Sonar, he’d always been just distant enough to make communication difficult, and she hadn’t thought about how any of them would feel without... fuck. Fuck.

Elliot waltzed out once he’d made clear how unwanted he felt, and how obliged he was to help anyway, and Alessa began to start hyperventilating slightly. If she’d just done more... if she’d actually tried to bring the team together... if she hadn’t gotten trapped in that Godforsaken crowd, if the warehouse hadn’t been so fucking fucked, Christ she’d murdered so many people there, she knew they were just clones, of course they were, but the gore was real, the blood was real, hell, hell HELL-

She forced herself to breath at a measured pace, like the therapist had said. She swallowed, no saliva going down, and realised she’d had her head in her hands for the past ten seconds. Was she crying? No, just sweat from the heat of the coffee, but she wiped it off anyway. And Kendall was asking if Lillian was doing okay before she’d even fully recovered. Everyone was probably downhearted, and no wonder. Placing her hand over Lillian’s, Alessa squeezed tightly, trying to soothe Lillian as well as calm herself down, in preparation for what she had to say next. If she could get what she should say sorted out in her head, anyway. Professional? No, no, that didn’t work last time. She had to be open. She had to be receptive. A friend, moreso than a leader.

‘Erm. Wwkkhe-’ Coughing as she choked on her own lack of saliva, Alessa swallowed a second time and tried again, more successfully: ‘Well, I think it’s safe to say, I ought to try and get everybody closer to one another so this doesn’t happen again. We... we don’t want anyone leaving at such a crucial time.’ She refrained from reminding everybody that two people had left the Wards recently. Nobody needed to think about Ira departing. She didn’t need to think about... about Dean. Poor Dean.

‘I’ll see about setting some things up... as for the plan, that’s simple,’ she explained. ‘Text Decoy, and get him to get Director Kens to assign that mission for us. If he’s got an idea for a mission that’d suit that purpose better than Lily’s, or if he can adapt that to something that Collin would feasibly fall for, so be it. Decoy’s probably our best bet to handle figuring out who Collin is contacting too, and after that... well,’ she finalised, shutting her fist in Evelyn’s direction as a mimicking of her role, ‘closing the trap will be the last step, I imagine.

‘I think that covers everything. Any thoughts, possible areas to shore up?’ she asked, hoping everybody would be- ...hoping everybody present would be able to analyse what she’d said for potential weaknesses. She couldn’t think of any. Maybe they would, though.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Aaand post made. @Stormflyx, just so we're clear, would it be cool if Settionne spoke with Aeryn privately at some point relatively soon?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

'Well. Good, then!' Sett smiled, sipping his mead once it had been poured out for him. Sure, this was pretty good. The wine available in his local church tended to vary in quality, such was the nature of its acquisition, but generally, the stuff that didn't make you choke on either the flavour or the intensity was good to drink. 'I wouldn't want to have arrived at a time when there was naught to do, after all!' And wasn't that just their luck, to have arrived at a time of such intense danger? How droll fate could be, when they still had Dark Elves to scupper the plans of, and dragons to sway to their cause. It felt like an eternity had passed on their mission, yet it had been mere days.

A few other matters came to his attention as he drank. First, Beren's knife-dodging skill proved itself unparalleled. He was a monk, right? So that was no surprise. Then their new Dark Elf companion, Aeryn, showed the crowd of drunks her own prowess with a thrown knife - far better than theirs, frankly, but sufficient as well to make Sett himself yet more concerned about how she might treat him. It was strange - she'd stolen his bag back for him, she threw knives like a champion, he still needed to discuss how they both felt regarding Nicademus, and he wasn't about to forget how she'd snuck in and smelled him and perhaps the others back in the caves... yes, they needed to talk.

And what a shame that those of their party that remained present had crowded round her, Beren and Geradin both. Ursaren... not so much. Actually, was that the old hermit's singing voice outside? Huh. Well, he needed her attention anyway, and wasn't it the case that his persona as a social priest of the gods demanded the attention of others on the regular?

'Heh, "creating life". We're not quite that lucky, Geradin,' Sett called as he walked over to the trio in a bid to make it a... a four-square. He'd considered another term, but that didn't seem appropriate. 'We merely ensured a new child came into the world safely, after all - though not to say digging holes and planting stakes won't do to help keep that new life safe, so well done, my companions, to you for safeguarding it!' He gestured to Beren and Aeryn as he congratulated them, and punctuated that with yet another swig of his mead, largely drained by now. Actually, this really wasn't too dreadful - quite a deep flavour, and sweet of course, which was always a good thing.

'Since it seems our work for the time being is concluded, though,' he pondered, 'what do we reckon we'll do once this meeting is concluded? I, for one, am likely to spend some time praying, perhaps even conduct a sermon if it's desired. The gods are, of course, ever-vigilant to see that the faithful keep their own vigil, not to mention eager for worship by those who truly appreciate them.' A false story, naturally, and a means to tease out where the others would likely be. If Aeryn found herself alone later on in the day, he could confront her privately. If not, he could make himself wait for a more opportune time. Patience was sometimes a necessity in order to pull off a clean theft, and so it was for many other aspects of life, too.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen@Stormflyx@Mortarion