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A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Maceroy Falthon

'I wish,' Maceroy commented, grinning slyly. 'You've always been a speedy girl. Just not quite that fast.' Honestly, he appreciated Evelyn's jokes; they lightened up his day in a way that made things brilliant when they were good, and bearable when they were awful. And speaking of fast, she decided to wolf down breakfast incredibly quickly, didn't she?

'You'll beat it easily, dear,' he said, even as Eve headed off to change her clothes again, leaving Maceroy to his thoughts, and a somewhat more languid meal, though he managed to get most of it finished off by the time Eve returned - in her hero outfit. Oh, he'd said before about going out in civilian clothes, one might argue nagged depending on one's viewpoint, but she never paid attention.

But, she was his baby, in the end. He hugged her back tightly, replying 'Have fun with your day too, Eve,' and watched as- oh come on, the window again? 'We have doors, you know,' he half-joked, but she was already bidding him farewell. All he could do was call out 'Love you too, sweetie!' as she made her escape. Dang it, leaving the building in a hero outfit, leaving via the window, that was how people got caught out. He did try to warn her, he really did. But alas, it was a matter of youthful impetuousness until it happened for real. Until then, he was left alone, to deal with the dishes and prepare for his own day. Three hours of biology in the morning, God... well, "the morning". Officially, lunch started at 1 o'clock, and everything before that was a morning session. Either way, he had about forty five minutes to get to the college for the first of those classes - heck, he should have fifteen minutes or so of time to spare beforehand if he left very soon.

And, soon enough, he did.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

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

Roxanne much preferred it when plans went as intended. Unfortunately, this could not always be so, and it was important to be able to adapt and incorporate any changes as necessary. Lilliana's late arrival was not exceptionally unexpected, and the Automaton expected that Eileen would be able to inform her of their tactical plan. Doctor Chamberlin's presence was less anticipated, but manageable. The further arrival of both a papillon and a vampiric catgirl, however, represented a change in affairs that needed to be actively rectified - especially since Eileen hadn't properly communicated to them what the plan was before jetting off.

By the time the Judge chassis reached the first kilometer mark and paused at it, Roxanne had identified the two new arrivals as Maria Falena and Luna Rawl. She could return to them, but that would be an expenditure of unnecessary resources; instead, she spoke through the group's commlink system, stating bluntly 'Greetings, Lilliana, Doctor Chamberlin, Maria, and Luna. I am A.L.M.A Unit "Roxanne", the designated leader of this drop group. If you are not aware of our mission, it is to retrieve a group of lost personnel from a feral world.' As she spoke, data on the planet would upload itself to the data systems of their respective mechs. 'Our current modus operandi is standard search pattern, kilometer-long steps.' There wasn't any particular warmth or chill to the instructions, merely a statement of intent, and with that conveyed, she followed through on it, turning to the East and beginning her second step of the search protocol.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT HQ

Could things have gone better with Collin? Probably. Could they have gone much, much worse? Oh yes.

Was Protean’s immediate realisation of how things had transpired verging toward a worst-case scenario? Very probably. And... well, he was powerful. She’d never realised just how powerful before now, though - he could move faster than she could see, obliterate any of them with the kinetic energy alone, and even if he couldn’t necessarily dodge light, she had to lock on to him in the first place, and that would be... difficult. At best.

Thankfully, they had their best weapon around in the form of Tulpa’s projection. And what a projection it was! It’d even recharge Alessa’s own power, if she touched its energy field, so it was hardly like she was going to run low on juice. On the other hand, if it had to demanifest, there went Evelyn’s support for the next several minutes.

Tiger Lily and Mastar acted in their own ways - Lily heading toward the exit, Alessa imagined to maximise the size she could reach, and Mastar preparing to hurl pieces of herself at Protean, complete with the request to cover her. Cover, cover- yes, that might do. Without hesitation, a ray of energy burst from Alessa’s face, directly toward Protean’s eyes. White, ultraviolet, raw heat - and much stronger than she’d usually implement. All in an effort to burn out the mole’s eyes, and his nose too at that. It wouldn’t be permanent by any means. Just long enough for everyone else’s plans to take root.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Airport

Hm. Go figure he’d still be immune to the others’ attacks, if his own couldn’t find their mark in any way.

...more disconcertingly, a lot of civilians just died gruesomely, in a very short amount of time. He wasn’t exactly unclear on the rules of engagement in war: avoid civilian casualties. His own path to where he now stood wasn’t exactly one that followed the unspoken rules, but he didn’t mindlessly eliminate everyone who posed even a minor threat to him. Though, were they civilians, having stood against the Doctor, even if it wasn’t of their own will?

...Raymond hated moral quandaries. More pertinent, more of a technical problem to wrap one’s head around, was the situation at hand: could he help from here, somehow? Something that could be done to negate the issue in question? Negate... cancelling out... maybe that’d work, since it seemed the villain would be more than capable of wounding Sofia in her phased state? If he could convince everybody to follow along, that was, simple as the plan was.

‘Stop running,’ he muttered through the commlink, keeping his eye on the situation without scoping in for now. ‘Whimsy, see if you can grab on to him directly, or else help somebody else to hit him. Alloy, try to destroy his gadgets, but don’t waste your charge. Chatterbox, keep trying to persuade him to deactivate his phasing. Thunderbolt, if you get a chance, beat him down.’ And as for himself, he’d keep waiting for his moment to take the shot. It wasn’t like he could do anything else for now.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Maceroy Falthon

'Thank you, Eve. And I'm glad you slept well,' Maceroy said, taking a few mouthfuls of food as Eve explained her woes and worries. Poor girl. Her current job was no good for her, and her interview options would probably only be marginally better. Really, what she needed was something that gave her the freedom to do plenty of exercise, as most harpies tended to benefit from- hell, most humans, too- but those were universally either low-paying physical labour, low-paying part-time, or high-end management jobs that didn't need the person in the position to attend to them constantly in order to get as much money as needed. And, well, Eve was 22, so she'd get that sort of job by starting her own business and potentially seeing it succeed. Even Maceroy's position, whilst rather good all-round, was no jaunt when it came to keeping in shape, and he was likely past his own mid-point... damn it, he wanted the best for her, and she was hardly getting the scraps of life.

'I've said it before, I'll say it again: I wish you the best of luck for those letters back,' he responded. 'You deserve better than you've got, and I reckon those companies would be blessed to have you. As for myself, teaching as usual - I have two different biology lectures in a row this morning,' he elaborated, 'and they're both an hour and a half long. At least the afternoon's just one hour of theo-physics.' Theoretical physics, honestly, was his forte, not biology. He did know biology, of course, after many hours spent studying it, long enough to acquire it as a minor, but his true interest had been the hypotheticals and abstracts of existence since he'd first learned about them.

Ironically, the extra information in his head hindered both of those more than it helped, offering explanations and solutions whose processes wouldn't make sense by modern standards even if the entire backlog of human science was injected into his skull. At least, regular human science - he was sure others existed who might have a more developed "missing link" or fifty between the layperson's knowledge and his ability. It was just a matter of finding them. Easy, when one was a bird person forced into hiding from their fellow bird people. Aheheh... bleh.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chad Belton: Rockers HQ Spot B

The call from Sheila was an unexpected surprise. The message she was conveying was an unpleasant one. The HQ, for now, was off-limits; everybody to Spot B, and they’d reassess their options there.

‘Will do,’ Chad nodded, ending the call and quickly reminding himself where Spot B was... Spot B, Spot B, he knew it was an apartment... yeah, okay, he remembered what the building looked like. He’d head there once he was properly dressed.

Thankfully, that didn’t take too long, once he found a secluded area to get himself set up close to the HQ. A couple of minutes or so at most. And on he went, strolling along in full body-covering uniform as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and the criminal organisation he was part of wasn’t under attack by another criminal organisation. Fucking Community. If he had his hands on them, he could do so much to them, melt their bones, rip their flesh off their bodies, squeeze their hearts until they popped like pimples-

Huh. Turned out fantasising about killing people got you places pretty quickly. This was the apartment building. He just needed to get to the apartment proper, and that of course meant heading in. So he did.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Maceroy Falthon

Being a widowed father had its upsides and downsides. Upside: You learned various basic skills very quickly, ranging from housekeeping to paying bills, or you would fail to integrate into society. Downside: Not much personal time, not between work and child rearing and housekeeping, even if Evelyn had helped out in that regard for most of it. And it wasn't like he didn't love Evelyn very very much, of course he did, she was the light of his life... it was just that twenty years ago, he'd anticipated that she'd be in her own home by now. Of course, twenty years ago, he had anticipated a life far different to this one, where his wife still lived, and he wasn't sequestered away in a city as part of an economic system that to this day made a small number of people extremely rich, to the detriment of both the planet and the larger masses.

Damn their backward hides.

He'd also largely anticipated that Evelyn might wear slightly less revealing clothes around the house as an adult. Once again, though, he was caught out as she entered the kitchen, when the door opening had him look over to see her with nothing but that blinking oversized shirt on, and consequently leading him to retract his gaze back to the meal he was cooking with an unsettled grunt and the sound of ruffling feathers beneath his own shirt. Unlike Evelyn, of course, he had the benefit of slight personal modifications that let him hide his wings beneath relatively normal clothing. He'd meant to ask if she wanted the same for a while, but somehow, the idea of altering his daughter was far more disturbing than simply changing himself.

'Morning, Eve,' he greeted, waving to her as he started finishing up the meal. Basic bacon and eggs, portioned for two, plus some fruit on the side for health reasons, promptly placed down on the plates set up in advance. He'd had twenty years to get over any potential weirdness there. 'I hope you slept well, dear. Any more work today?' He knew she'd been looking for something more steady than the coding she'd been doing for somebody's website, and he wanted to make sure her day would be properly occupied - not to mention that she'd be able to support herself sooner or later. He'd gotten lucky by getting into that teaching job, to some extent; for most of last decade, the economy was doing decently, and yet now it seemed even low-level jobs were utterly saturated with those who needed them. Low-level jobs specifically, perhaps. Either way, it had not been particularly kind to Evelyn.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

Some time passed, and sooner or later, everybody made it back to the HQ unscathed - and in Leonard's case, with a new protégé of the Speedwagon Foundation in tow. About five minutes total were spent waiting in the same entry hall as before, until the receptionist informed them that the boss was ready to see them again, and yes, that included the newcomer, who was by now clearly calmer and more self-assured than he had been. He was not any less clumsy than he had been, however; yet somehow, the way he took his trips and stumbles in stride was far less pathetic than his former self-pitying, and he even chuckled to himself once or twice in the process before they entered the CEO’s office for the second time that day.

‘Hello again,’ Louis greeted them, nodding politely to each, and taking a moment to look Bugsy over. ‘I think it’s safe to say you’ve succeeded with flying colours, team. I’ve been informed, in fact, that Laurie handled the initial encounter solo, and with no violence whatsoever.’

‘Oh, she did, she did,’ Bugsy interjected, grinning lopsidedly. ‘She’s, uh, she’s given me a new lease on life. I’m very grateful to her.’

Louis’ silence conveyed his annoyance with the interruption aptly, he felt.

‘And well done to you for that, Laurie,’ he continued calmly once he decided he’d been quiet long enough. ‘It’s nice that a mission has gone without incident for once. Aside from anything else, that greatly reduces the amount of paperwork I have to do. If only every Stand battle was so relaxed.’ His lips quirked upward briefly, only to drift back down once more as he added ‘Of course, fate is not so kind. I would be shocked to see another person who comes along so quietly as our man here.’ Now did he nod to the man who, evidently, wanted to say something else.

‘Yeah, I was a wimp, caved in immediately. But, uh, Leonard’s confidence charm has really helped, too!’ the would-be comedian explained excitedly, prompting the boss’ eyebrow to raise as he glanced at the hired gun. ‘Gotta thank both of them. And, I’m really happy you guys are gonna help me master my- what was it, my Stand, and help me out on the way to the comedy circuit!’

‘...quite,’ Louis stated, again glancing at Leonard. ‘Well, if you head out to the receptionist now, sir, she can direct you to the people you want.’ Thusly waved away, Bugsy quickly thanked Blue and Leonard once more before heading out, his stride awkward as ever, but nonetheless confident.

‘And that’s that. Debriefing aside, ladies and gentlemen, is there anything else I ought to know?’ Louis asked, leaning forward on his desk and clasping his hands together in front of his face, his thoughts a mystery.

Murder for Fun and Profit: Mercenaries in London

Jan Valley

It was a good thing the meeting place for Pale Horse's mercs was a carpark with ramps. Otherwise, Jan reflected, they may have had trouble hauling their wares up to the actual location - with the sign flipped up and hidden, of course. Nonetheless, decrypting the message to find it hadn't been troublesome at all, and now they were there - with not that many other people present. Two men wrapped up like stereotypical soldiers, one in particular looking kinda knightly, with the old-timey weapons to match. Grand... but, Jan could still take advantage of this.

'Wotcher, lads,' they introduced themself, their voice cheerily chavvy, if muffled beyond recognition as any particular gender. 'I've go' a buncha stuff 'ere. Ya need more guns? I 'ave 'em, if yer payin' fer 'em tha' is.'

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

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

Having the capacity to very rapidly switch into a new body was an extremely useful ability. Roxanne's Judge chassis proved this quite adroitly: at fifteen meters tall, it might have taken ten minutes to prepare the mech for any biological pilot. A mere five seconds was all that she required to enter it and properly calibrate it for use, and two of those were spent returning to the Mainframe first and issuing a command to retrieve the Jury chassis. No faults detected, all systems online. A smooth transition all round.

Ray's team dropped first. Problems weren't anticipated, but potential issues were planned around: both teams had some capacity to contact one another, for starters, so they could reunite once the lost targets were found or reaffirm their plans if one drop team was uncertain of their objective; if both teams failed to find the targets within a reasonable timeframe, they would regroup at a specified drop point to discuss further options, and likewise if casualties were suffered or a team member became too aggressive; and if worst came to worst, and an entire drop team lost contact, the second team would be capable of tracking their mechs to survey the damage.

Regardless, Roxanne would lead the second team's drop. Despite their construction, none of her combat chassis could survive an unprotected combat drop, and so she had to enter into a drop pod the same as every other mech present. Of course, she didn't particularly "feel" the extreme G-force of re-entry into Triad 5's atmosphere, nor the softened but still heavy impact with the planet's surface. Not the same way as a biological being would, anyway, even contained and protected inside of a mech. Regardless, stepping out would reveal that they had landed in a somewhat dry patch of land - not necessarily "arid", but plant life was relatively sparse, and the heat was as intense as one might expect, at least outside of the mechs themselves.

'Standard search pattern, kilometer-long steps,' Roxanne's voice announced from the speakers mounted within the chassis' body, hovering above the ground just slightly. A moment later, it began to move forward at decent clip, directly north, and would only stop to turn east at the kilometer mark. Essentially, they would travel in "steps" a kilometer long each, keeping track of everything to both sides of them as they progressed and shifting to the next compass notation at appropriate marks, forming an increasingly-large rectangular spiral and examining as much ground as possible until further notice gave reason to do otherwise, be it a physical obstacle or signs that the lost pilots had been present in the area.