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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I have made my post. In this round, damage control on priesty's part.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Alright, Aeryn was a touch too far into Sett's personal space to be comfortable, with her mangled common tongue and mildly alcoholic breath. Normally, it was the other way around, right before he nabbed somebody's valuables, leaving them confused minutes or hours later when they realised something was gone. He sort of realised why it was so distracting, now... honestly, he wanted to tease her eagerness even by his standards, maybe a kiss on the cheek or even the lips- he probably wouldn't get that chance again, mind- but that'd be uncouth for a "priest of the gods", so he forced himself to refrain, instead tilting himself backward, away, and into Geradin's grasp okay again, somebody was in his personal space. He needed to pray to Fineki for some bells to put on these people, Heavens above.

But, the Dwarven priest's statements did further back up Sett's outburst, believably so at that, enough that he felt the firm grasp might even believably let him "calm down" a little. 'What's afoot, dear girl?' he exclaimed, just to continue his rant, not least because he realised he was getting backed into a corner - but, safety in the form of the approaching guard, if he could just ramble for another few seconds. 'My goodness, you have no idea! What's afoot, she asks! What's afoot is...-'

Aaand there was the guard's interruption. Sett concluded with a minor flourish in the guard's direction, as smoothly as if he had spoken from the man's very mouth, before sighing almost dramatically. He didn't want to go and see what was happening, but... 'I fear for us, but alas,' he lamented grimly as he began to walk to the entrance of the encampment, 'it seems we are destined to face this visitor. I hope my yearning was not so dark as it seemed, and perhaps that warning overwhelmed me if so, but I can only pray the gods will see us through safely should this threat be dire after all.' Of course, he'd made a big scene about how disturbing and, the word he'd used was how "terrible" this thing was, but he was only just realising that if it was just a visitor, and not even one who demanded concern let alone fear, he'd look stupid. Or worse, like a liar. That meant he needed to downplay matters, as if perhaps he'd overexcited himself somewhat, or better yet that the gods' power had come into him too strongly as he'd just intimated. After all, people didn't necessarily lie when they didn't tell the truth - rather, they might have exaggerated without meaning to, was all, especially when religious fervor overtook them.

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

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chad Belton: Rockers HQ After All

Hrm. Well, there was Creep... immediately, and as instructed, he looked subtly for that little white dot that proved- yep, this was Sheila. He relaxed just a touch as she gave her instructions: an archer was attacking the HQ, most people other than Pester were known to have evacuated, and it looked like they were going to fight for the HQ after all. And of course, he had to melt the arrows if he found the archer. Good call. He’d melt them. He’d melt as much of the archer’s clothes as he could, at that, melt them into the bastard’s skin, who did he think he was going after them... his ally too, just make a pool under him and watch him dissolve into cooked meat and ash, okay he actually did need to focus though.

He stuck with Creep as they drew near the HQ. Mire, it seemed, was transformed and doing her part to deal with the intruders - aggressively. Perhaps overly so. Weren’t they meant to not kill people, even as supervillains? Hell, he kind of wanted to help, but he also didn’t want to go near that, at all. Plus... well, he couldn’t see through the mist. He didn’t know what was happening, and the most he could get from it was that pretty much all of the ground in his radius would melt at his command, if he wanted it to. He even had a secret weapon, just in case somebody came close.

Which they might if Creep yelling at Mire to escape meant anything. Fuck. At least they were both still invisible, so far as he could tell, and she understood she’d given her position away since she was pulling him round the corner and all. Damn it, Sheila, what was she thinking?! That moron, he ought to shred her flesh for that- NO, no, he wasn’t going to do that. Not at all. He still needed to pay attention.

Not that the wall between him and Mire’s fight helped matters. Then again, the mist was no better, so... hrm, how could he take advantage of the situation with his newfound ability... the building had collapsed, just a little... who did that? Possibly the archer? Maybe he could figure out where that archer was, if more of the walls collapsed? Which was risky in this case, but if more walls fell, and the archer was causing those, he could figure out possible angles of attack and go from there... yeah, that’d be good...

‘I think we need to head into the building,’ Salem ultimately decided, citing his thoughts to Creep quietly. Chances were, the archer and his partner were in there, somewhere. If he could get an eye on that person, he could turn the guy into... well, he could burn the guy, anyway. Didn’t want to kill, or possibly even maim him- well, honestly, he did, but he knew he had to avoid that as much as possible. Damn unwritten rules. Anyway, the choice was on her.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

Bugsy Malone

Name: Bugsy Malone
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Stand: Hip to be Square
Appearance: 5’6” lean build white man with balding brown hair, rectangular glasses, brown eyes, super nerdy and out of date blue-brown suit. Carries briefcase with microphone in it.
Personality: Tells horrendous jokes that are either poor quality or terribly outdated, and gets outraged when an audience is unresponsive. HE’S FUNNY DAMMIT! Super bitter over decades of a failed, struggling career as a stand up comedian. When he gets a laugh, becomes giddy and proud.
Skills: Stand up comedy - Yeah, no. He’s awful. Just the worst. The only laughs he gets are laughs at how pathetic he is.
Coordination - Also poor. He’s a walking slapstick show. If he weren’t so mortified and embarrassed, he could turn it into a legitimate comedy act.
History: He has dreamt of being a famous stand-up comedian since age 8, and never made any other plans. Traveling to open mic nights across the country since dropping out of school at 16, he has been struggling to make ends meet since then. Since gaining a Stand, Bugsy has decided to take the money the world owes him for his act, and has begun stealing money and valuables from people he targets with his Stand.
Other: Named after the gangster Bugsy Malone.

Hip To Be Square

Stand Name: Hip To Be Square
Stand Parameters:
Power: C
Speed: A
Range: B
Staying: C
Precision: D
Learning: B
Stand Description: A humanoid Stand the same height and build as its user. The head resembles the “comedy” mask from the theater duo of comedy and tragedy. The arms and legs appear to be made of segmented rings inflated like balloons, while the fingers are multi-colored confetti. The left side of the body is colored red, while the right side is white.
Power Description: An automatic type Stand, Bugsy’s control of Hip to be Square is limited. It activates its ability automatically when someone laughs at the expense of its user, even the smallest inward chuckle, and emerges from the user to strike the offender. Once struck by H2BS, the victim has their tickling sensation stimulated across their entire body, rapidly escalating to full intensity, complete with convulsions, spasms, and the inability to breathe. Can be manually dismissed by the user at will, or the victim can overcome the tickling sensation by providing a real, genuine laugh for one of Bugsy’s jokes. Laughing at his expense does not lift the ability of H2BS.
Other: Named after the song “Hip To Be Square” by Huey Lewis And The News.

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Wild Ones - JFK Center for the Performing Arts

In the end, the tickets came in for the next day, and the group had a good twenty four hours or so to prepare themselves and make a plan for confronting the Crazy Crue Brothers, violently or otherwise. In fact, on the day proper, they arrived at the center with a good half an hour to spare before the show itself started; whatever their ideas for dealing with the trio were, they'd have that long before the group made the stage, and another two hours after that before they came off again. Even now, the crowd both outside and inside the building was rather large, and it was quite obvious the Crues had something of a reputation - whether pre-built, or recently developed from their stunt the day before thanks to word of mouth. Evidently, a public confrontation might be plausible, but also a tad difficult to play off if somebody powerless, or God forbid another Stand user caught them out; likewise, catching the brothers away from the crowds might require skulduggery on the SWF hires' parts, and carried risks of its own if they were seen. All depended on how they wanted to play their cards...

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'll try to upload at some point tomorrow, might as well start the headway. Five days fly by so fast!!!

@The Fated Fallen

Likewise within the next couple of days. I have a few other things that are slightly higher priority, but not many.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Maceroy Falthon

Ugh. Blorb again. Why was it that that guy kept managing to harass the academy? Why did he even feel the need to do so? You'd think somebody would have put him away by now. And yeah, there was a good chance at least some students would take it to mean they could just ignore his classes... though it'd give him an excuse to actually take a break from his three hour non-stop work morning.

On the other hand, though, as a secret superhero with secret superpowers, he was in fact obliged to assist with the problem in some form. That was the sort of commitment he made when he started doing this gig; just going home because the villain was a pest at worst was no excuse. And besides, if he didn't show up to his lectures, what sort of teacher was he?

I'll be in, at least for a bit, he texted back. Might take a scenic route, though, just until Blorb's gone. Pretty sure that I don't want to get involved with his nonsense. Straight lie: he was going to get directly involved, and he was going to be disguised whilst he did it. Finding a convenient alleyway to duck into unnoticed, he stepped out of the main street to move several meters down the alley, then removed his jacket, shirt, and tie, and held on to them for a moment, just long enough to finally stretch his wings out from his back with a satisfied groan. Goodness, it was nice to stretch them out... he didn't quite notice the discomfort folding them away offered until it was gone. It was unnatural that he could do it to begin with, of course it was. But it was convenient. Maybe he ought to figure out how to remove even that discomfort, though.

He hung his removed clothing from the corner of the nearby metal wall steps as he took flight. The emergency stairs. The concept of external stairs was odd for a man who could fly, let alone stairs for the sake of escaping a burning building, but it was a necessity for regular humans. Another of the oddities of living in a human-dominated society that he'd been forced to get used to. He feared he'd never get used to the idea of not flying as often as he liked, though - there was nothing else like it, and unlike his daughter, Maceroy didn't need (or want? He hadn't quite sorted that one out yet) to make himself highly visible to do so. He could soar on his wings, let the breeze caress his bare upper body... all without being particularly obvious to anybody who might happen to look up in his direction. Perfection.

And yet, something that never lasted long enough. It wouldn't take very long to reach the college, and he was sure Blorb would be an obvious presence once he arrived. Then would come the second step of the heroics...

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Airport

Ah, perfect. Now his power was working on the man. No time to waste, then.

Target: Green-cloaked man in powered armor. Headshot, induce unconsciousness. No permanent-

FUCK! God damn bastard vanished, and so far as Raymond could tell, he wasn’t coming back this time. In his place, there remained a small green orb, with a blinking LED on it... he didn’t know what exactly it was, but there was an immediate likelihood: Bomb.

Target: Unknown device. Destroy explosive trigger as primary target, destroy other major components as secondary targets, do not detonate. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.

The device was reduced to shrapnel and destroyed electronics before Jason finished his sentence, and Headhunter only caught the latter half of his sentence after scoping out. ‘It’s dealt with, hopefully,’ he muttered back. ‘Hopefully, we haven’t lost the scientist again, though.’ He’d be damn sure he was ready to shoot the fucker if he made the mistake of showing up again... but the prospect of that happening, he felt, was probably quite low.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

Louis pondered for a moment each person’s report. Laurie and, of course, Hogan remained quiet, though the crocodile evidently disapproved of the retrieved man’s blathering as much as Louis did, and neither Leonard nor Arthur had any further statements of their own to offer either. Mieke, however, had her own offering to consider. A troupe of performers with a couple of Stand users in their act... and she’d just started to tap into her own ability, too, albeit accidentally.

‘Fascinating, fascinating.’ The director scratched his chin thoughtfully, otherwise mostly stationary. ‘And it seems we have a convenient time and place to catch them at, too. Getting that down was well-considered on your part, Mieke; information is king, no matter whether one is a Stand user or not. That being said, I believe you all have your next mission target - if two of these Crue Brothers are Stand users,’ he suggested, ‘then it’s a safe bet that the other one is too, or else has some association with the world of Stands. I’ll have tickets purchased for you all in due course, and you can head to the show in question whenever you feel you’re ready to do so within the week.’ Of course, if they had any other suggestions for how to confront the brothers, that’d be up to them to discuss amongst themselves; otherwise, they would have at least a few hours free to handle their affairs.

Murder for Fun and Profit: Mercenaries in London

Jan Valley

'Oi, mate,' Jan called out, evidently unimpressed by the speaker's over-simplification of words, 'we ain't dippy. We know wot those words mean, bruv.' Anyway, the mission seemed simple: stick the thermite to the lock, make sure nobody knocked it off before the lock melted, then find the servers and nick them. Jan could do that just fine.

'Yeah, tha's cool, though,' Jan proclaimed lightly, adding 'An' it'll be easy as fer me, since I 'ave all these guns 'ere an' all!' to try and entice somebody to purchase a weapon from them. Somebody always needed a new gun, and Jan wasn't one to avoid an opportunity when it arose.

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

Well. Sister Lisbeth was, at least, enjoying the scenery. Though with that said, most of the rest of the party seemed as uncomfortable with this situation as Alexa did, albeit in their own ways; even Sister-Celestine Victoria was rather absent from the conversation, though Alexa wasn't exactly proving herself best in that regard either. Paying attention to all others' reactions was as much as she could do to distract from her own poor mood, and even then she could feel her hands wringing over themselves and her tool glove repeatedly, despite forcing them back to her sides again and again.

Ultimately, she found a focus for her distraction in the form of the Confessor's smuggled weaponry. On the one hand, she felt somewhat vexed that not only had he done other than asked, but that he was essentially allowed it with little reprimand from Governor Diokletion... not, more reasonably, that the governor could do anything about it even if he wished to. Besides which, a store of weapons was probably sensible to have to hand, just in case enemies ambushed them, and they all required a means of defending themselves.

Then came Sister Victorine's query. Mingle and ask about the girl, or leave and find their own answers. And every mortal nerve in Alexa's body wanted to say, so eagerly, that they ought to make haste away from there. It would be sooo easy... but, alas, the Emperor did not reward ease. He rewarded those who cleaved to his will - and his will had brought them this far already, had it not? Despite Alexa's petty physical reaction, she by all rights had to do as the Emperor bid them.

'I'd stay, Sister,' she managed to squeak out, her voice tiny and nearly inaudible over the crowd, but for their current proximity to one another. There, she'd mustered her strength and made her choice. But... was it strange, some part of her pondered, that she didn't feel especially strong at that point, despite having forced her fears aside? Actually, she rather felt like there was a vice on her chest, compressing her response ever more acutely. It was not pleasant, by any means.