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The Artist Formerly Known As Simple Unicycle

STATUS: The bugs are back. 9 days ago
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9 days ago
Current The bugs are back.
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2 mos ago
If this watch breaks, the foreign exchange market will take a twenty-eight percent hit. People will die.
5 mos ago
bro aren't you 15 go do your homework instead of screaming about your WIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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5 mos ago
"No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive."
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7 mos ago
Thеy needed a stealth soldier, so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fuckin fingerprints off. They will not find me.
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Absolute clown. Dark and gritty superhero fan fiction guaranteed or your money back.




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In Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Huh. That's... That's pretty ballsy of you, Preston." Oscar said, walking in circles around the roof as he spoke on the phone. "You've done a good job letting the people know you're here to protect them from what I've seen. I don't think there would be any hostile reaction to you revealing your identity, unless someone is actively seeking to hurt you and those you love."

As quietly as he could, Oscar unwrapped a sugar cube and plopped it into his mouth, chewing on it softly. "So I'd be careful, if I were you. And if you do this, you probably won't be able to go back to your normal life because people will probably always try to stop you in the street because, hey, it's Emerald Knight."
In Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
6:02 PM, October 26th
Oscar's Apartment; Hub City, Illinois

Preston had answered the phone, and replied immediately. Oscar wasn't sure how to respond, really. First of all, he hadn't even spoken to the guy in a year. Second, he just found out he was an honest to God superhero. It was pretty jarring, really.

'Snap out of it,' Oscar thought to himself, 'you're a hero too. Just without the powers, that's all.' He took a deep breath, then began: "Hey, Preston. Sorry for not calling, I've been... Pretty busy, for much the same reason you have. I don't think I'll ask many questions, because I've met some people like you a few times."
In Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
6:01 PM, October 26th 2020
Oscar's Apartment; Hub City, Illinois

These past few months hadn't been half bad. Oscar patrolled with Alias most days, did good at his work, and was getting a decent amount of sleep. His social life was... Lacking, to say the least, after all the only things he did were go to work and patrol so it makes sense. He had just gotten off work today and arrived home, deciding that he should finally check his voicemail.

"You have -Two Hundred and Seventy Six- new messages."

"... Can't say I'm surprised." He muttered to himself, before pressing the button and listening to them all from the first.

Mostly it was telemarketers, no friends. He did get a message from Preston, the guy he met at the bar almost a year ago ('A year ago? Has it been that long?'), a few months back. He blushed in embarrassment, wishing he had called to help get Preston up to speed. Though really he was pretty out of the loop himself during that time, so God knows how much help he could have been.

About an hour had passed and he was on the final message. It was another one from Preston. It seemed the normal affair, then Preston dropped a bombshell on him. He was Emerald Knight, Coast City's premier superhero. That's... Something.

Oscar picked up the phone, calling Preston back. "Pick up, pick up..."
In Justice League Unlimited → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
EPISODE 2: A TRAITOR REVEALED
M E T R O P O L I S:
October 25th, 2018 - 7:14 pm | Justice League Headquarters - Metro Tower


Years of living in the slums of Hub City taught Victor Sage a few things.

One of these things was to never trust anyone. He had broken this rule a few times, what with Professor Rodor, Blue Beetle, Myra, etcetera, but for the most part he had held true to this. For this reason, his room in the Metro Tower had several locks on it including a fingerprint scanner, his computer had several passwords that one had to decrypt and encrypt several times before they could even get to the real log in screen, and his sugar cubes were never left in the community fridge; they were always in a minifridge he kept hidden in his closet, inside of a safe that was inside of another safe.

Most would say the Question was a nut. He would say they were still in their shells.

It wasn't odd for the Question to lock himself in his room for days, even weeks on end, in fact it was pretty much a normal occurrence in the Tower to not see the faceless conspiracy theorist for days. Eventually, he would emerge from his room, bad odor radiating from him due to lack of bathing, his already lean build looking smaller due to lack of food, his rosy mask contrasting with his pale neck due to lack of sunlight. He accredited these prolonged absences to research binges, and never once was it a lie.

"... The Girl Scouts. They're expanding their reach." The reporter murmured to himself, his brown eyes narrowing at the computer screen. Suddenly, he burst up, slamming his fist against his poster board full of tacked on notes. "Damn those skirt wearing, beret loving, cookie selling bastards!" He turned to one of his various conspiracy boards, which he had set up over the past two days, detailing the increasing number of crop circles being produced by the Girl Scouts. "Is the future immutable!? Can destiny be changed?! Will they allow it?" He shouted to himself, startling Amazing Man who was walking past his door at the time. Taking a deep breath, Question sat himself back down in his chair, preparing to continue his research. He began to type...

Zzzzzzzt...

Question was left dumbfounded as he stared at his pitch black monitor, wondering what happened. '... They're making their move. They need to get rid of me. Oh, those tricky little...' He paused. 'No. Would've been dead by now if they were after me... Just a power outage. Must investigate.' With that, the Question slid on his trench coat and fedora. Pulling out a small device, he applied his Pseudoderm mask to his face, before turning the device on and allowing the bonding gas to cement it to his face whilst simultaneously reacting with the chemicals he sprayed in his hair and clothes, changing their color.

"Let's see if there are any answers that can hide from..."

In Absolute Comics: Rebirth → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

VICTOR 'VIC' SAGE ♦ MARCH 15TH, 1993 (24) ♦ MALE ♦ HEROIC

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:
"My face? Oh, I overdosed on acne cream."
V I C S A G E

This incarnation of Vic Sage, the Question, is different from some of his earlier incarnations in quite a few ways. For starters, he's only just started his life as a masked vigilante, being only a month into his career which has mostly consisted of punching petty thieves and small time drug dealers. Some other differences arise: Vic did not grow up an orphan, and had two loving parents who recently passed away. He's also in his first few months as a news anchor for World Wide Broadcasting in Hub City, Illinois.

Currently, Vic's biggest bust in his career was taking down Dr. Arby Twain, who was planning on illegally selling Pseudoderm, a skinlike substance that can be used as a bandage, to third world countries. However, there was one catch: the bonding agent used to cement it to things was toxic to open wounds. Twain, however, knew the risks and was still willing to continue with the sale. Vic, utilizing a mask made of Pseudoderm, decided to create the vigilante alter ego of 'The Question' to take Twain down.

After leaving Twain trapped in Pseudoderm in front of the police station, Vic continued to use this new alter ego to combat crime. So far, he hasn't stumbled upon anything big, but he will!
...
Soon.

* * *

C H A P T E R O N E
THE QUESTION IN

THE HUB CITY HAPPENING!

A cult has been terrorizing Hub City for some time now, taking teenaged girls from their homes and slaughtering them for a blood sacrifice, whereafter the horribly mangled bodies are returned to their beds the night after they go missing. The HCPD has lost hope in catching those involved, and the Question has tasked himself with tracking down and bringing this cult to justice before they can kill another innocent girl.


N O T E S:
As mentioned above, Vic is pretty green currently and not at all jaded.
Vic has taken an interest in reading up on Buddhist philosophy as well as the way of Native American shamans.
Vic has a strange fear of aglets, the plastic tips at the ends of shoelaces. For this reason, he exclusively wears loafers, velcro shoes, or cuts the aglets off of the shoelaces.
Vic is not a skilled martial artist; his fighting style is mostly down and dirty brawling.
Vic uses a mask made of Pseudoderm to hide all of his facial features. It is cemented to his face via the bonding agent, which takes the form of a gas released from a special canister in his belt; the agent was modified by Professor Rodor to also change his hair color from bright ginger red to pitch black. The mask can also be rolled up into a ball and stored in his belt buckle.
Vic currently has one gadget: a grappling gun.
Vic frequently uses the bonding agent to intimidate criminals, saying it will take away their faces to scare them into giving him what he wants.
Thanks rocketrobie2 for helping me come up with the title for the Question's first chapter!

In Absolute Comics: Rebirth → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Gonna throw my hat into the ring, LW. If anyone of you even knows me one bit (which, trust me, you don't, believe me this is my first time seeing you guys too), you'll be able to guess who this character is gonna be...

In City of Treaft! (Semi-Private) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Oh hey, this is back in action. I may join, may not, but if I do join it almost certainly won't be with Phantom.

Either way, I'm watching this thread with interest.
In Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
July 8th, 9:36 PM
Warehouse District; Hub City, Illinois

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"Breathe in slowly, feel the breath fill your lungs and the energy fill your body. Feel it move from your nose to the center of your chest, then spread slowly out until it suffuses even your fingertips and your toes. Then, breathe out slowly feeling the rhythm of your breathing, the slowing beat of your heart and the release of energy back out into the world. Feel the connection, beyond your body, ebbing and flowing with each breath. In, out. Let distractions fade away until there's nothing but your breath, your heartbeat, and the slow pulse of the world."

Bruce liked to end training sessions with a cooldown meditation of sorts. It was one of the first steps of cultivating good awareness and flow of chi and done properly it de-escalated a lot of the intensity that came with sparring and physical training. He could tell his current student was less than focused, but he just waited for the source of the inevitable interruption to make itself known.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

'I am one with the world. The birds chirping, the water flowing, the warm summer breeze, the people walking in the street, the pushers hiding in the alley, the junkies shooting up, the murderous scum slitting throats...' Oscar's face scrunched up as his thoughts continued to drift, though he kept his eyes closed, attempting to calm himself.

Inhale.

Ex-

BANG!

His eyes shot open.

"A gunshot! I've got to get my mask on, get to the scene ASAP, I-'" He was already standing and looking around when his thoughts came to a sudden halt, finally seeing the pipe that had fallen onto the concrete ground.

"... Shit." He muttered, turning towards his sensei. "Sorry. I shouldn't have worried about it."

Bruce couldn't help chuckling at the Question's overzealous reaction. "No problem, in fact it was enlightening. We've been training every night for around three months. I think it's time you got out into the field again and put what I've been teaching you to the test. The point of learning all this is to use it, after all."

Bruce's mouth quirked as he nudged the fallen pipe with his foot. "Besides, another few days of this and you'll be fighting the plumbing instead."

Oscar chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, it's kinda hard not going out every night and punching the crap out of criminals." He joked.

"Well in that case, we better find the right criminals to punch."

"Heh. That we should."
In Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

July 11th, 8:43 PM
Hell's Corner, Hub City; Illinois

"Come on babydoll, I know you want it." The man whispered into the woman's ear, presumably in a tone he thought was appealing but really made him sound constipated. In response, the woman pushed him firmly, beginning to walk away. He grabbed her, before pulling out a pistol and pressing it under her chin. "Scream and you get it, bitch." The rapist growled.

"Let me ask you a question."

The man turned, woman still pressed against the wall and pointing the gun in the direction of the voice. "Who the hell said that?!" He yelled, before firing off a few rounds. Nothing was hit, and the light of the muzzle flash didn't reveal any silhouettes. "Now. What does it mean to live a good life?" This time, the voice was behind him. He turned, but nothing was there.

"S-shut the fuck up! I'll fucking kill you!" To prove his point, he fired off another round. Nothing.

"See, in your world, a good life means drugs, booze, women. But that's not how everyone answers the question." The voice was... Right on top of him. He looked up, certain he'd catch the guy now, and found himself looking up at a trenchcoated man... With no face! "What the fuck!?"

Before he could aim his gun up to cap the fucker, he found himself pinned to the ground, gun several feet away and head being repeatedly slammed into the concrete. The pain made him fall into blissful unconsciousness.

The faceless man rose from the would-be rapist, and the woman stared at him in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide. "In my world, a good life means seeing scum like you locked up for a long time." The trenchcoated man said, before pulling out a ziptie and tying the man up. He dropped a card onto his unconscious form, a plain white one with a black question mark on it. He then turned to leave.

"Who are you?" The woman said, her voice a faint whisper. The man stopped, and turned.

"That... Is the question."
In Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!) → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ace
(Sorry for the lack of response, been busy IRL and with other RPs. I know this is a short post that doesn't make up for my lack of posting, but I'll try to be more active from now on.)

@Crossfire

Ace, having stayed on the ship and being mostly silent for the entire time, received a comm from Kira. She told him this was his last chance to confirm if he was coming with them or staying on the ship to help co-pilot. "Gonna stay on the ship, ma'am. I feel that helping pilot is more suited to my skillset." He replied.
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