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Hi.
I'm an Interdiscplinary BA, searching for a job in the current market, and this site has been my introduction to role-play. I prefer medieval and/or sci-fi roleplays and am a fan of Star Trek, Star Wars, RWBY, Fire Emblem Awakening, Superheroes, and Fairy Tail.
I'm an Interdiscplinary BA, searching for a job in the current market, and this site has been my introduction to role-play. I prefer medieval and/or sci-fi roleplays and am a fan of Star Trek, Star Wars, RWBY, Fire Emblem Awakening, Superheroes, and Fairy Tail.
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@Pirouette
I don't mind at all. It does make perfect sense.
I don't mind at all. It does make perfect sense.
Something similar has been done on other RPs I've been on. Besides, the SCs are suppose to be an important part of this, so we might as well have an official place to do it.
Jo-Anne and Arus: Support Conversation Level D
At first, it was hard for Jo-Anne to recognize the horse rider as he joined the group, but he seemed awfully familiar. Then realization dawned on her as she got closer and saw the familiar armour and sword. The Taguel managed to work herself to be right next to him before saying, “I didn’t realize myrmidons knew how to ride horses.”
Arus shrugged, “Most specialize too much to worry about other things. While mastery of the sword is an admirable goal, one skill does not a master make. I would be practically useless if I didn’t have some skill with a horse, I don’t prefer it but it is better than waiting in a wagon or being left in the dust. Though you surprised me as well, I did not know it was possible for a taguel to also be a manakete.” Arus said thoughtfully. Such a skill must be quite helpful, he imagined her taguel form would be more helpful for when speed and precision was needed and the dragon form for when more brute form was necessary, or the ability to fly.
To that the hybrid herself shrugged and replied, “It’s perfectly possible when your dad’s a taguel and your mom’s a manakete, it would be strange if it wasn’t. Though either way, I’m extremely vulnerable when I can’t use my stone, something I could probably use some shoring up in.”
Arus nodded, having no combat skills when lacking access to a single object would be rather limiting. While Arus naturally prefered having a sword at all times he could hold his own without one. “Perhaps you don’t need more skill in that area, rather a good companion to ensure such an event does not prove troublesome. If you desire, I could make sure that you don’t suffer during your periods of weakness.” Arus said wording his statement carefully. He certainly didn’t want to sound forward, yet it seemed that such a weakness should be addressed. “Though if you seek to become more self-capable I could perhaps give some lessons in basic self-defense, of course I don’t know how much experience you have with such matters.”
“How different could self-defense be from Taguel form? They both are weaponless states except for your appendages.” Jo-Anne answered with a smile. “I would gladly accept your offer to be a companion and to teach me self-defense. My name’s Jo-Anne by the way, we never did quite introduce ourselves properly after we put down the possible fight,” offering her hand as she finished.
Arus mentally berated himself, how crude of him to not even ensure they knew each other’s names. “My sincere apologies, I am not usually so rude. My name is Arus, I will teach you all you seek to know.” He said firmly as he accepted her handshake.
Well, I have a google doc ready for SCs. @Eklispe and @Evanisthttps://docs.google.com/document/d/1mZSCbKuI5g6vMuK7KP1uVZrI5ieOm1qOD_w-NKI4oyg/edit?usp=sharing
I'm waiting till after these are done to post Jo-Anne's post.
I'm waiting till after these are done to post Jo-Anne's post.
Alice couldn't believe this day had finally come. The dwarf in charge, Durin, had actually let her join and the Jarl's wife had supported it and offered encouragement. "Thank you, thank you both," was all that the blonde could say. Then when the food arrived, served by a new girl, the brown-eyed human took the dwarf's advice, sat down, and ate. The stew was as delicious and hot as always yet Miss Zukion had to control herself to eat at her normal speed. "You know very well you shouldn't eat too hurriedly. There will be time to grab gear still, Durin said not to worry about that and a guard always obeys their commander, unless the commander gets in the way of doing what's right. But now is not one of those times, just finish up the stew. So the village girl scraped up the last bites, got outside, and dashed to her house.
Her hood fell behind her as she flew past buildings and people, allowing the chill wind to strike her face and her hair to rise behind her like the cloak, but she kept running. The golden-haired child only stopped when she was at the entryway of a modest home, there she took a moment to steel herself before opening it to the smell of her mom baking bread in the kitchen area and humming a traditional jaunty tune. "She hasn't been like this since before Dad died." The girl thought sadly as she snuck past to the place she kept her weapons. As Alice reached the place and opened the chest, the blonde girl thought of the few memories she had left of her father. As she slipped on her leather breastplate, she thought of when he had caught her trying to get into his armour. As she clipped the quiver onto the right side of her belt and filled it with arrows, she thought of when she kept begging him to play while he was fletching some until he finally caved in. As she placed her bow on her back, she thought of when he took her to the training yard and let her try the bows there though they seemed immoveable at the time. As she buckled her sword and sheath to the left side of her belt, she thought of her dad's promise before he went to give her a sword lesson like she been asking for to see if she really wanted to learn it. Then as she strapped the shield onto her back, over the bow, she thought of that day, when Dad was expected to be home and instead was delivered his possessions and the news of his death. She shook her head before she brought back the hurt and pain, today was finally the day she could enact justice upon the bandits and see that no others experienced what she experienced, though revenge was also a powerful motivator.
With this she left the room and sought to sneak out again. But this time, her mother caught her. "Hello Alice, where are you going?"
"Out hunting again," Alice replied. It was the truth, but she knew her mom would throw a fit if she found out it was Bandit hunting. "I shouldn't be gone long."
"Well, just take care then sweetie," her mother said. Then she gave her daughter a hug, "Try to come back soon. I couldn't stand to lose you too."
"Don't worry about me, Mom," Alice replied as she disengaged the hug. "Just take care of yourself and your new little one. It probably isn't healthy for it if you're scared to death." Then Alice smiled and waved her farewells as she walked out the door. Her pace though was slower as she went back to the tavern. The brown-eyed teen pondered the while if her mother would be in a similar state she was after Father's death or would soon recover with the new child. But as she reached the tavern, she pushed all such thoughts out of her head. This had been the day she had waited for, she was not going to waste it. With that, she opened the doors and stepped in, prepared to go with the company into the woods.
Her hood fell behind her as she flew past buildings and people, allowing the chill wind to strike her face and her hair to rise behind her like the cloak, but she kept running. The golden-haired child only stopped when she was at the entryway of a modest home, there she took a moment to steel herself before opening it to the smell of her mom baking bread in the kitchen area and humming a traditional jaunty tune. "She hasn't been like this since before Dad died." The girl thought sadly as she snuck past to the place she kept her weapons. As Alice reached the place and opened the chest, the blonde girl thought of the few memories she had left of her father. As she slipped on her leather breastplate, she thought of when he had caught her trying to get into his armour. As she clipped the quiver onto the right side of her belt and filled it with arrows, she thought of when she kept begging him to play while he was fletching some until he finally caved in. As she placed her bow on her back, she thought of when he took her to the training yard and let her try the bows there though they seemed immoveable at the time. As she buckled her sword and sheath to the left side of her belt, she thought of her dad's promise before he went to give her a sword lesson like she been asking for to see if she really wanted to learn it. Then as she strapped the shield onto her back, over the bow, she thought of that day, when Dad was expected to be home and instead was delivered his possessions and the news of his death. She shook her head before she brought back the hurt and pain, today was finally the day she could enact justice upon the bandits and see that no others experienced what she experienced, though revenge was also a powerful motivator.
With this she left the room and sought to sneak out again. But this time, her mother caught her. "Hello Alice, where are you going?"
"Out hunting again," Alice replied. It was the truth, but she knew her mom would throw a fit if she found out it was Bandit hunting. "I shouldn't be gone long."
"Well, just take care then sweetie," her mother said. Then she gave her daughter a hug, "Try to come back soon. I couldn't stand to lose you too."
"Don't worry about me, Mom," Alice replied as she disengaged the hug. "Just take care of yourself and your new little one. It probably isn't healthy for it if you're scared to death." Then Alice smiled and waved her farewells as she walked out the door. Her pace though was slower as she went back to the tavern. The brown-eyed teen pondered the while if her mother would be in a similar state she was after Father's death or would soon recover with the new child. But as she reached the tavern, she pushed all such thoughts out of her head. This had been the day she had waited for, she was not going to waste it. With that, she opened the doors and stepped in, prepared to go with the company into the woods.
Ultron & Cyrania
Unfortunately for Janet, the reading part was extremely short in her case and she found herself with nothing to do while she processed the message the books left. After checking whether Henry was already asleep, she took a stroll through the apartment. After a short while though, she realized all the exciting stuff was probably either in Henry’s room where she did not dare go as not to wake him up, or off-site like the warehouse or her birthplace.
Growing bored, Ultron thought some more on tomorrow. It was true what she said - through known history, any attempt to make life better only redistributed wealth in the same level, only to different people. Was it not futile to even try then? Was it actually necessary? That seemed like something that needed research, and now was as good time as any.
Of course, Janet knew Henry probably thought about her wandering out on her own. But any alarms he put in were a bit useless when confronted with a supercomputer made to defeat things like them. Walking to the door, she sunk her fingertips into the control panel.
Her mind raced across the security system, silently analyzing it and searching for anything linked to her. Ah, there! Disconnecting, she looked at the place where she found a scanner that would check for her specifically leaving. It was built into the wall with seemingly no access - but that was no bother. Looking at her hand, Janet formed her fingers into a spike and commanded her nanite skin to flow over them and form a lance-like appendage. One stab through the wall later, the alarm was disabled. Creating a magnetic field to unlock the door, she morphed into a low class human shape and silently left, unaware of the ant following her.
The lowest levels of the city quickly made her realize just how bad things were. She was conflicted when she witnessed a man stealing a purse from an old woman - her programming screamed at her to give chase, pacify and return the item, but her user directives commanded stealth, leaving her personality matrix to make a decision. Eventually she sided with the latter, considering she was probably going to be in trouble already for walking out in the first place. She went out to gather information in the first place.
Originally Janet did not intend to speak to anyone, but then she witnesses a small skirmish between what appeared like one of Alchemex’s ‘Avengers’ and an unregistered superhuman. Ultron was quickly re-evaluating her chances of meeting them - she already encountered three, and it was day one for heaven’s sake!
Following after the force field projecting human, she changed her mind. If they were to go after Alchemex, it might be good to have connections to other people who have a bone to pick with them. Janet caught up and approached the woman: “That was interesting.”
“Oh, what was?” Cyrania asked when the woman came up. The Alpha experiment was sure that no one could have followed her after her invisibility and disguise routine, no normal person. And her energy levels weren’t the best to have a new fight. “I’m just new to town here. My name’s Alastriana Rogers, what’s yours?”
“How you handled that guy, duh. One would think when a person nearly runs you over he would apologize. I’m starting to see how the corporations are a problem.” Ultron tried to make conversation, “Janet Pym. I also arrived here only today.” she said, offering a hand, “You’ve got some amazing gifts.”
Cyrania shook hands with the strange woman then moved them to a deserted alley to have more privacy, though she decided to keep her disguise for now. “Such things are best discussed where people can’t hear you. Running into people and not apologizing is not the full extent of what Alchemax does though. They treat people as property to take samples and perform experiments from. And if they don’t match their specifications, then onto the block they go. They need to be stopped, and I can only hope my gifts will be useful in the struggle.”
Observing Alastriana’s body language and vital signs, Janet noticed two things. First, her company was getting tired, second, there were signs in her voice and fine movements that hinted at what she described being personal. “So… that’s what happened to you?” she asked, apparently not yet skilled in sugarcoating. “Also, there are three food businesses around if you feel like eating something. I can not vouch for their quality though. We live on one of the ‘middle class’ apartments. Dad’s fast asleep but I come from a very different timezone, I just couldn’t stay in bed. The jet-lag tomorrow is going to be hell.”
“Thanks, any food should be fine, though I don’t have any money so you’d have to treat.” Cryania replied. Then before they left the alley she said, “Yes, that’s what happened to me. I was their first experiment in super-humans, their ‘Alpha’. They were disappointed though since I only got powers, no super-strength or super-stamina or anything like that. If it hadn’t been for Merlin, I would be dead now. Though we better find something different to chat about in this food place, I announced myself as Alpha to get some of the heat hopefully off of Spider-man. They probably will have their goons everywhere.”
Oh, how wonderfull of her to mention that so soon! Janet thought, fighting the urge to activate the Emotes->RollEyes method. “Well then perhaps it is high time we vacated the place.” she noted and started walking a bit faster. “And strength is not the best power. Imagine a guy who can turn intangible, what good will muscles do then? Would you be interested to know there is at least one group whose goals are in alignment with yours?”
Janet dropped that just as they approached one of the food vendors. “It helps to know the corporate weaknesses.” she whispered to Alastriana barely audibly as she approached one of the ATMs nearby. After what seemed like an intense glare, the machine spit out a bunch of money. “Get what you like, Alchemax’s treat.” she said with a cheeky smile.
Cyrania looked wide eyed at Janet for a bit, then she grinned, went to the vendor, and said, “ I would like a milkshake, hamburger, and fries, please.” She handed the necessary cash, which seemed to surprise the vendor a bit, then he prepared and handed back her order. Alice immediately started sipping the milkshake, and felt the energy replenishing in her body. She turned to Janet and said, “Thank you, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Probably either starved to death, or become a typical lowlife, selling your body for the next fix of whatever drug you would grow to fancy and a little bit of food, likely dying before you reached 30.” Janet shrugged, going from available statistics, “Only you would have some fancy gifts to go along, probably aiding you in your petty criminal career.”
On that happy note, Ultron waited for … Now that’s a horribly long name.
… for Alice. There. Much better. To finish her food. Then, she beckoned them outside. “Do you have some place to sleep?”
“No, actually.” Cyr replied as she cleaned herself off. “This whole day was a make up as I go along one. I don’t know anyone in the city save you.”
Janet paused. “Let me get this straight. You came here, no cash, no place, I assume no job and intended to take on Alchemax, by yourself? I see a bit of a flaw in your plan.” Janet pointed out the obvious, “I take it going back wherever you were is not an option either?” She thought for a bit. This was one strange individual. She wasn’t certain an airhead like this could help them in any shape or form, but her powers were rather useful. “I can give you a space in a warehouse. It’s not much but it’s a roof over your head.” she eventually decided. With SAM’s drives still in her pocket, there wasn’t much worth stealing anyhow that would be too much of a loss, just in case her good will went unrepaid.
“A roof over my head is all I need, thanks.” Alice said aloud. Then Cyrania mentally shot to her new friend, “Really should be quieter when you talk about taking down Alchemax. One of their goons is about 11:00 high, he’s thinking about my description and this Spider-man’s and about the reward money the company is offering. Her head gestured to where the man was. “And as for the flaw in my plan, 1.) I never meant to take them on myself but to find help and 2.)there was no other way. There was no way to contact the resistance except to go into the city and no city contacts since we lived in the Badlands for most of my life. Therefore, this whole thing has been a practically blind operation with a high chance of getting captured or killed. Merlin said my odds would be better if I went alone, so he went to see if any others were made of my ‘product line’ or if the people the samples were taken from were still around, saying he would join me later. My only hope was to contact a resistance member or find the new Avengers, not the Alchemax phonies but the true new ones, before essentials really got desperate. You have taken care of my essentials, thank you. Now, are you really willing to go against Alchemax?” Miss de Bergerac paused as she waited for an answer, readying her senses to make sure that whatever answer Janet gave was sincere, to figure out if Janet was honest or an Alchemax agent herself.
Grabbing a hold of Alice’s hand, Janet repaid in kind. Word of advice? Stay away from my head. You might not like what would happen if I reacted to you like I would to any other intruder. It’d do you well not to forget that you are special, but not unique in your powers. She paused, scanning the direction her companion suggested with thermal sensors. True enough, somebody was there thinking they couldn’t be seen. In fact, we are more alike than you know. Our group is having a meeting in the warehouse I spoke about in the morning, I shall introduce you then. It may not initially be a smooth sell, but given the other guy we picked up, you’re a step up. Janet shared and started walking to the warehouse, taking care to lose all pursuers she could detect.
Unfortunately for Janet, the reading part was extremely short in her case and she found herself with nothing to do while she processed the message the books left. After checking whether Henry was already asleep, she took a stroll through the apartment. After a short while though, she realized all the exciting stuff was probably either in Henry’s room where she did not dare go as not to wake him up, or off-site like the warehouse or her birthplace.
Growing bored, Ultron thought some more on tomorrow. It was true what she said - through known history, any attempt to make life better only redistributed wealth in the same level, only to different people. Was it not futile to even try then? Was it actually necessary? That seemed like something that needed research, and now was as good time as any.
Of course, Janet knew Henry probably thought about her wandering out on her own. But any alarms he put in were a bit useless when confronted with a supercomputer made to defeat things like them. Walking to the door, she sunk her fingertips into the control panel.
Her mind raced across the security system, silently analyzing it and searching for anything linked to her. Ah, there! Disconnecting, she looked at the place where she found a scanner that would check for her specifically leaving. It was built into the wall with seemingly no access - but that was no bother. Looking at her hand, Janet formed her fingers into a spike and commanded her nanite skin to flow over them and form a lance-like appendage. One stab through the wall later, the alarm was disabled. Creating a magnetic field to unlock the door, she morphed into a low class human shape and silently left, unaware of the ant following her.
The lowest levels of the city quickly made her realize just how bad things were. She was conflicted when she witnessed a man stealing a purse from an old woman - her programming screamed at her to give chase, pacify and return the item, but her user directives commanded stealth, leaving her personality matrix to make a decision. Eventually she sided with the latter, considering she was probably going to be in trouble already for walking out in the first place. She went out to gather information in the first place.
Originally Janet did not intend to speak to anyone, but then she witnesses a small skirmish between what appeared like one of Alchemex’s ‘Avengers’ and an unregistered superhuman. Ultron was quickly re-evaluating her chances of meeting them - she already encountered three, and it was day one for heaven’s sake!
Following after the force field projecting human, she changed her mind. If they were to go after Alchemex, it might be good to have connections to other people who have a bone to pick with them. Janet caught up and approached the woman: “That was interesting.”
“Oh, what was?” Cyrania asked when the woman came up. The Alpha experiment was sure that no one could have followed her after her invisibility and disguise routine, no normal person. And her energy levels weren’t the best to have a new fight. “I’m just new to town here. My name’s Alastriana Rogers, what’s yours?”
“How you handled that guy, duh. One would think when a person nearly runs you over he would apologize. I’m starting to see how the corporations are a problem.” Ultron tried to make conversation, “Janet Pym. I also arrived here only today.” she said, offering a hand, “You’ve got some amazing gifts.”
Cyrania shook hands with the strange woman then moved them to a deserted alley to have more privacy, though she decided to keep her disguise for now. “Such things are best discussed where people can’t hear you. Running into people and not apologizing is not the full extent of what Alchemax does though. They treat people as property to take samples and perform experiments from. And if they don’t match their specifications, then onto the block they go. They need to be stopped, and I can only hope my gifts will be useful in the struggle.”
Observing Alastriana’s body language and vital signs, Janet noticed two things. First, her company was getting tired, second, there were signs in her voice and fine movements that hinted at what she described being personal. “So… that’s what happened to you?” she asked, apparently not yet skilled in sugarcoating. “Also, there are three food businesses around if you feel like eating something. I can not vouch for their quality though. We live on one of the ‘middle class’ apartments. Dad’s fast asleep but I come from a very different timezone, I just couldn’t stay in bed. The jet-lag tomorrow is going to be hell.”
“Thanks, any food should be fine, though I don’t have any money so you’d have to treat.” Cryania replied. Then before they left the alley she said, “Yes, that’s what happened to me. I was their first experiment in super-humans, their ‘Alpha’. They were disappointed though since I only got powers, no super-strength or super-stamina or anything like that. If it hadn’t been for Merlin, I would be dead now. Though we better find something different to chat about in this food place, I announced myself as Alpha to get some of the heat hopefully off of Spider-man. They probably will have their goons everywhere.”
Oh, how wonderfull of her to mention that so soon! Janet thought, fighting the urge to activate the Emotes->RollEyes method. “Well then perhaps it is high time we vacated the place.” she noted and started walking a bit faster. “And strength is not the best power. Imagine a guy who can turn intangible, what good will muscles do then? Would you be interested to know there is at least one group whose goals are in alignment with yours?”
Janet dropped that just as they approached one of the food vendors. “It helps to know the corporate weaknesses.” she whispered to Alastriana barely audibly as she approached one of the ATMs nearby. After what seemed like an intense glare, the machine spit out a bunch of money. “Get what you like, Alchemax’s treat.” she said with a cheeky smile.
Cyrania looked wide eyed at Janet for a bit, then she grinned, went to the vendor, and said, “ I would like a milkshake, hamburger, and fries, please.” She handed the necessary cash, which seemed to surprise the vendor a bit, then he prepared and handed back her order. Alice immediately started sipping the milkshake, and felt the energy replenishing in her body. She turned to Janet and said, “Thank you, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Probably either starved to death, or become a typical lowlife, selling your body for the next fix of whatever drug you would grow to fancy and a little bit of food, likely dying before you reached 30.” Janet shrugged, going from available statistics, “Only you would have some fancy gifts to go along, probably aiding you in your petty criminal career.”
On that happy note, Ultron waited for … Now that’s a horribly long name.
$_ALICE = new User(‘regularPermissions’, ‘metaHuman’)… for Alice. There. Much better. To finish her food. Then, she beckoned them outside. “Do you have some place to sleep?”
“No, actually.” Cyr replied as she cleaned herself off. “This whole day was a make up as I go along one. I don’t know anyone in the city save you.”
Janet paused. “Let me get this straight. You came here, no cash, no place, I assume no job and intended to take on Alchemax, by yourself? I see a bit of a flaw in your plan.” Janet pointed out the obvious, “I take it going back wherever you were is not an option either?” She thought for a bit. This was one strange individual. She wasn’t certain an airhead like this could help them in any shape or form, but her powers were rather useful. “I can give you a space in a warehouse. It’s not much but it’s a roof over your head.” she eventually decided. With SAM’s drives still in her pocket, there wasn’t much worth stealing anyhow that would be too much of a loss, just in case her good will went unrepaid.
“A roof over my head is all I need, thanks.” Alice said aloud. Then Cyrania mentally shot to her new friend, “Really should be quieter when you talk about taking down Alchemax. One of their goons is about 11:00 high, he’s thinking about my description and this Spider-man’s and about the reward money the company is offering. Her head gestured to where the man was. “And as for the flaw in my plan, 1.) I never meant to take them on myself but to find help and 2.)there was no other way. There was no way to contact the resistance except to go into the city and no city contacts since we lived in the Badlands for most of my life. Therefore, this whole thing has been a practically blind operation with a high chance of getting captured or killed. Merlin said my odds would be better if I went alone, so he went to see if any others were made of my ‘product line’ or if the people the samples were taken from were still around, saying he would join me later. My only hope was to contact a resistance member or find the new Avengers, not the Alchemax phonies but the true new ones, before essentials really got desperate. You have taken care of my essentials, thank you. Now, are you really willing to go against Alchemax?” Miss de Bergerac paused as she waited for an answer, readying her senses to make sure that whatever answer Janet gave was sincere, to figure out if Janet was honest or an Alchemax agent herself.
Grabbing a hold of Alice’s hand, Janet repaid in kind. Word of advice? Stay away from my head. You might not like what would happen if I reacted to you like I would to any other intruder. It’d do you well not to forget that you are special, but not unique in your powers. She paused, scanning the direction her companion suggested with thermal sensors. True enough, somebody was there thinking they couldn’t be seen. In fact, we are more alike than you know. Our group is having a meeting in the warehouse I spoke about in the morning, I shall introduce you then. It may not initially be a smooth sell, but given the other guy we picked up, you’re a step up. Janet shared and started walking to the warehouse, taking care to lose all pursuers she could detect.
Collabs are always fun and allow us more freedom in deciding together what happens without any surprises like a major Alchemax operation.
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Here's my second character submission. What do you think? I decided to go with a Frost Giant Weakness since it seems part-Asgardians wouldn't be hurt much by bullets. Also, I do like the idea of Bucky getting the shield after the villain Cap. America's defeat. And Nomad might be a good alias later on if he really feels unsure of himself, maybe after having his brain played with, and tries to strike out alone so he doesn't hurt anyone.
Robert could talk to Robin or find Boco?
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