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STATUS: If you haven't figured it out by now, your choices don't matter. 8 yrs ago
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If you haven't figured it out by now, your choices don't matter.
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Watching all the pieces...watching all the pieces fall~
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Yeeeeeeah...so you know how to Beep Beep like a Sheep, I see!
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I have mastered GIMP recoloring! I updated my superheroine picture. She is now an illustrious purple, which I feel better represents the Arcane. :3
@DragonofTheWestNo, this is more of an introductory sort of thing. I'm having us start slow. I don't predict there will be any major team ups or anything for a bit. I had planned for a Justice League to be formed at the end of 2020 in-game, though.
@Simple Unicycle@astralGeminiYour characters can beat up some guys if you want, since you're (mostly) non-powered.
The Question in particular is welcome to beat up some members of the two gangs I mentioned, who are having a shootout near my character's house! Though, they do have guns, remember.
The Question in particular is welcome to beat up some members of the two gangs I mentioned, who are having a shootout near my character's house! Though, they do have guns, remember.
If you want to have your characters watch the fight in their civilian guise as a means to introduce them, feel free. ^^
12:37 PM, November 3rd
The Wedge; Hub City
"Hey, he's actually not getting his ass beat!" Karen noted with no small hint of amazement, noting that Hayes was landing a fair deal more than Ives. She had honestly half-expected this to be an almost painful slaughter, given how one-sided the predictions had all been. While she was hardly a boxing enthusiast, she knew the reputation of Christopher Ives. When she learned who his opponent was, she had instantly felt compelled to root for the underdog.
And he was an underdog, to be certain. It was hard to believe they were in the same weight class.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Karen's eyes widened when Hayes let his guard down. "You're attacking?!"
She couldn't help but feel that was a mistake, at least this soon into the fight. She had thought that his strategy had been to stay ahead on the score cards and frustrate Ives until he became tired and sloppy. That would be smart, and was probably his best chance at actually winning. Now, he seemed to be relying entirely on his speed to evade Ives' punches, and that-
"OW!" Karen winced when a hard body hook from Ives rocked his opponent. She winced harder still when he performed a what wasn't a half-bad imitation of a shoryuken on Hayes, knocking him flat on his ass. "Owwww...and he was doing so well..."
Exhaling, she chewed her lip while the smaller fighter slowly lurched to his feet. Her brief spark of hope when it came to his chances of winning had thoroughly faded after that display.
The gunshots were getting closer to her house now, but that wasn't anything too strange. Hopefully they wouldn't be firing in her direction.
Hayes managed to recover somewhat after his down, but he was never able to regain the momentum he had earlier. A few good hits on Ives didn't compensate for all the punishing blows the diminutive fighter had taken, and it was pretty obvious who won the first round.
Sighing, Karen offered a light shrug to her television. "I guess it was too good to be true."
The Wedge; Hub City
"Hey, he's actually not getting his ass beat!" Karen noted with no small hint of amazement, noting that Hayes was landing a fair deal more than Ives. She had honestly half-expected this to be an almost painful slaughter, given how one-sided the predictions had all been. While she was hardly a boxing enthusiast, she knew the reputation of Christopher Ives. When she learned who his opponent was, she had instantly felt compelled to root for the underdog.
And he was an underdog, to be certain. It was hard to believe they were in the same weight class.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Karen's eyes widened when Hayes let his guard down. "You're attacking?!"
She couldn't help but feel that was a mistake, at least this soon into the fight. She had thought that his strategy had been to stay ahead on the score cards and frustrate Ives until he became tired and sloppy. That would be smart, and was probably his best chance at actually winning. Now, he seemed to be relying entirely on his speed to evade Ives' punches, and that-
"OW!" Karen winced when a hard body hook from Ives rocked his opponent. She winced harder still when he performed a what wasn't a half-bad imitation of a shoryuken on Hayes, knocking him flat on his ass. "Owwww...and he was doing so well..."
Exhaling, she chewed her lip while the smaller fighter slowly lurched to his feet. Her brief spark of hope when it came to his chances of winning had thoroughly faded after that display.
The gunshots were getting closer to her house now, but that wasn't anything too strange. Hopefully they wouldn't be firing in her direction.
Hayes managed to recover somewhat after his down, but he was never able to regain the momentum he had earlier. A few good hits on Ives didn't compensate for all the punishing blows the diminutive fighter had taken, and it was pretty obvious who won the first round.
Sighing, Karen offered a light shrug to her television. "I guess it was too good to be true."
@Ceta de CloyesIt seems to be in south-eastern Missouri.
Okay, everyone! This is the official start of the RP! Let Afro post next, please. This is all serving as a sort of prologue.
@KorkoaYour character seems fine, just remember that there's no overt superpwoers at the start date, so she wouldn't have been running about in a costume for years or anything, or even openly displaying her powers.
12:01 PM, November 3rd
The Wedge; Hub City
It was Sunday.
That meant no school, and that meant Karen Hernandez was a very happy camper.
Her father was at church right now, so she had the house all to herself. He kept trying to push her to go, but she honestly wanted nothing to do with that crap anymore. She had never really believed in God to begin with, and after what happened with her mother, she just didn’t have the patience to even pretend.
Kicking back on her couch, the twelve-year-old clicked the remote as their television flashed on to reveal a man being kicked in the nuts by a goat. Already it felt like she making a more productive use of her Sunday than hearing the same sermon for the fifteenth time.
Most of her community was religious – a mix of Catholic and Protestant, to be precise. Brothers and sisters in Christ, sworn to honor thy neighbor and disavow murder.
Boy did they ever fail to take that lesson to heart, as the crack of a distant gunshot reminded her.
The Wedge was no place for loving your enemy. It was an urban wasteland of gang violence and drug trafficking. The 4th Street Crew and Spring Grove Boys were competing to see who could wreck the place harder, it was great. Gone were the days when they actually, you know, looked out for their neighborhoods. Good motives tended to decay like that when their leaders get ambitious.
Tomorrow she would have to head back to school, which meant another day where her life was potentially on the line. They didn’t usually mess with a kid like her, but this was a place the cops had given up on, and she wasn’t about to forget what that meant.
“Hmm…wasn’t there something on today I kind of wanted to see?” Karen muttered to herself, kicking her legs over the armrest of the couch as she lay sprawled across it. Flipping through the channels, she picked her brain for the answer. It wasn’t a series or anything, so that was out. Maybe it was—
“Oh shit, that’s right!” She sat up, punching in the number for the sports channel. “Chris Ives is fighting that little guy, right? What was his name…”
The Wedge; Hub City
It was Sunday.
That meant no school, and that meant Karen Hernandez was a very happy camper.
Her father was at church right now, so she had the house all to herself. He kept trying to push her to go, but she honestly wanted nothing to do with that crap anymore. She had never really believed in God to begin with, and after what happened with her mother, she just didn’t have the patience to even pretend.
Kicking back on her couch, the twelve-year-old clicked the remote as their television flashed on to reveal a man being kicked in the nuts by a goat. Already it felt like she making a more productive use of her Sunday than hearing the same sermon for the fifteenth time.
Most of her community was religious – a mix of Catholic and Protestant, to be precise. Brothers and sisters in Christ, sworn to honor thy neighbor and disavow murder.
Boy did they ever fail to take that lesson to heart, as the crack of a distant gunshot reminded her.
The Wedge was no place for loving your enemy. It was an urban wasteland of gang violence and drug trafficking. The 4th Street Crew and Spring Grove Boys were competing to see who could wreck the place harder, it was great. Gone were the days when they actually, you know, looked out for their neighborhoods. Good motives tended to decay like that when their leaders get ambitious.
Tomorrow she would have to head back to school, which meant another day where her life was potentially on the line. They didn’t usually mess with a kid like her, but this was a place the cops had given up on, and she wasn’t about to forget what that meant.
“Hmm…wasn’t there something on today I kind of wanted to see?” Karen muttered to herself, kicking her legs over the armrest of the couch as she lay sprawled across it. Flipping through the channels, she picked her brain for the answer. It wasn’t a series or anything, so that was out. Maybe it was—
“Oh shit, that’s right!” She sat up, punching in the number for the sports channel. “Chris Ives is fighting that little guy, right? What was his name…”
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