Doc Doctor

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

@Hjalti@Marik

The bot shot past the man, the after wind blowing his hat off. A shock of orange hair was slicked back lazily over his scalp. His already big eyes widened even further at Vagrant's strength. He was almost like a puppy, an apparently genuine, "Gee wiz mister!" look on his face. Might have been a convincing act had he not been covered in blood.

"Ayuh, thuh jus' maht be. Trah 'n aim thuh othah wayuh next tahm."

-Translation: "Yeah, they just might be. Try and aim the other way next time."

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

RETCON.

Donny had never made it out. He'd actually just shot the priest. Why? Guard bots don't give a shit about hostages. He'd have changed out of his poopy prison jumpsuit and into the clothes of a dead guard. A fresh assault rifle. A can of mace. A 9mm Walther PPS. A nightstick. Even a pack of smokes in the pocket. So convenient how most folks carried around weapons that could be used against them.

Donny strode through the halls, following his ears. There was a ruckus ahead. After a few minutes he turned a corner, and bore witness to an emo chick and a hobo beating up a robot.

@Marik@Hjalti

The two inmates would be able to hear the click of a lighter and the faint *fwish* of the flame. Behind them a man wearing a bloody prison guard outfit would be lighting up a cigarette, head tilted down so the cap hid his eyes, the orange glow of the flame luridly illuminating the rest of his rounded features in the dimness. One hand was cupping the flame as he lit.

After a few seconds the man would look up, smoke billowing from his nostrils.

"Howah yuh doin'. Gettin' ahlong awlrighut nowuh?"

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Athinar

The problem was less Gweyr's agility and more her being hit before she even knew she was being shot at. The fog obscured her vision and the bullets were as fast as sound. Even with three times the reaction speed of a normal human, bullets were bullets and she wouldn't know she was being shot at until she was shot.

Arena Chat Thread

Anyone up for a low, mid, or human tier ranked match?

Rogues Inc. (Accepting)

@Marik

Oh fuck. I think I'll retcon the last part where he escapes with a hostage.

Pistol Grip Pump (Gweyr Vs. Donny)

@Athinar

Due to the fog Gweyr wouldn't be able to see Donny aiming at her and so might have not known to turn her armor in his way. He'd expend twenty-eight rounds, ready to alter his aim in the direction of any screams or pings.

The Memory Remains (Sky Dancer Vs. Gonad)

@Everett

Sky was quick to be sure, but he wouldn't have as much momentum in his block as the slap, and since he was reaching across himself to do it he'd also be at a disadvantage in positioning. He might end up breaking his wrist by attempting to stop the blow that way and wind up having his own left hand smack hit him in the temple, albeit with far less force than the direct slap would gave delivered. And without a doubt, Gonad would grab the man's hand if he could.

As for Sky's uppercut, it would strike the barbarian in the solar plexus, the shockwave shaking the bouncy castle and extracting a strained grunt from the barbarian, leaving a great bruise behind. It might have done more damage had Sky fully devoted himself to the attack rather than blocking at the same time, which would have forced him to shift his weight and compromise his overall power.

Sky would see then that Gonad had taken the hit on purpose, though. Such was the way of the berserker, to both give and take. Sky focused on both attacking and defending. Gonad only cared about walloping opponents as hard as possible. He didn't devote any attention at all whatsoever to defending unless it directly served the purpose of allowing him to wreak terrible and immediate violence. He had needed to close the gap while Sky was busy with offence. Gonad would attempt to take a heavy, deliberate right step forwards to firmly plant his boot between Sky's feet, officially entering close range. They would be nearly face to face. As he did so he'd swing his right fist up, drawing it waaaay back whilst his upper body twisted clockwise away from Sky, winding up to the utmost degree. The barbarian's monstrous physique shifted and rippled like the turmoil within the rapids of a river. If Sky could place his finger on it, a similar form would come to mind.



Yes. He would be perfectly correct in the assumption that there would be no pain. Anything living thing that was going to be struck as hard as the blow that Gonad was about to deliver wouldn't feel any more pain for the rest of its life. What occurred next would depend upon how Blondie reacted to the immensity of Gonad's wind-up.

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

Well you sure showed me. I guess that's the end of this conversation.

@Starfall

This isn't middle school and I'm not your teacher. If your reading comprehension is this poor, go invest in a picture book rather than in roleplay. I've provided my proof already and need nothing else. Consider it a token of good will that I stopped interfering with Darko's plot and didn't impress how Satori hadn't become a helplessly insane vegetable during her nap after having Slimy's toxins admitted into her system and not knowing to purge them beforehand, with said toxins being immune to conventional supernatural healing. At any rate, glad we can finally agree on something. Have a nice day.

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

@Starfall

React and retract are just words, and ones you seem to think can be applied with positive or negative connotations at your leisure despite the circumstances. I proved that I didn't retract at all, and that you were the one power gaming, reversing actions, and misreading just about everything whilst sewing poorly veiled insults into every post.

But since you are so bad at reading my posts, you probably just skimmed over everything so far and intend to again try to twist my meanings around. Good job on that, and whatnot.

You started insulting me first, forget that not, and only because I attempted to accommodate your power trip. Do you even know what hypocrite means?

I'll bite though. Let's address your "proof".

"This already constitutes an etiquette issue because you are indirectly stating that your character is so fast you can actually charge into my line of fire and still have time to dodge, effectively making Satori look like a retard."

Go look up what a "slip" in boxing is, a word I described Pater's action with. Okay, crushed that point.
Side Note: Just because I avoid an attack easily, you take it as a personal insult?
I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do for you about that.

"After that you don't really describe anything about these swings. I get that they're wild and uncontrolled, or at least they were meant to appear that way, but as a roleplayer if I am to react to you properly I need absolutes. When you don't provide those to me I make them for myself and as you learned they don't always turn out in your favor. That said when I think reaping I think scythes and you don't collect with a scythe by swinging up and down, you reap with a side to side motion, which fits with him looking to pass her by. And if you are passing someone by and swinging from side to side it looks a lot like a clothesline"

I said what I meant and meant what I said. If you can't comprehend what wild swings are and your first instinct is to redefine them as a left clothesline, then well... Honestly, you reasoning has me baffled.

"That didn't matter anyways because you were actually going to fling snot at her head, which you forgot was defended, and then became its own can of worms. But that was a single set of actions in a single post of yours that was vague and dismissive at once. A very impressive feat to pull off considering how little you write on average. I could continue, I could sit here and build a case against you so absolutely destructive towards your roleplaying ability that the jury would likely swing in your favor out of pity, and I would enjoy it because it would be an act of justice. But I wont because well I just don't feel like it, because I put a lot of effort into rolling with your nonsense and now some part of me is holding out hope that you are actually just too dumb and/or drunk to realize how much of a turnoff the way you treat others is, so sit there and think about it."

You do realise that I've reached that conclusion already, as pertaining to you? Perhaps I'm just not used to someone that can somehow play a character with autoblocking powers whose only technique consists of swinging a blunt object really hard, and yet still consider them self sane after dissing an opponent that was actually trying to be creative.

At any rate, I've already went through the trouble of constructing that "absolutely destructive" argument you have theorized about. It's the one with all the pretty screenshots, and I gave no qualms about posting it a second time.

However...

I must concede to you on one point. It was dickish of me to hog up the roleplay and shift attention away from the plot by trying to fuck with everyone.

I can only hope that I didn't wind up killing this thread for Thantos. Hell, I probably did.

Arena Chat Thread

Okay so I have a new character. The general idea is that ANY characters WILL be accepted to fight against him. There is a catch though. My character is the weakest fighter to have ever lived. He's not even a fighter. It's all about seeing how your best characters would do against a perfectly normal pot smoking hobo in a street fight, and enjoying the situation as much as the "battle".

Darryl Charles

"Oh sheeeeiiit!"

Name: Darryl Charles
Age: 60
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150 pounds

Description: An old black man with a sock cap.

Personality: A wholly ignorant bum, Derryl enjoys only smoking pot and yelling at small children. He is fantastically stupid, and overconfident to the extreme. Regardless, if he sees shit go down, he'll blame it on a bad joint and get the hell out of there.

Abilities: None

Techniques-
*Shoe Throw: Derryl takes off his shoe and throws it at the enemy.
*Stank Fanga: Derryl points threateningly at an enemy, implying that he might resort to violence.
*Got a dolla?: Derryl asks for a dollar.
*You Racist?: Derryl calls his opponent a racist.
*There's a Wino Down the Road: Throws an empty wine bottle at the enemy.
*Call Da Popo: Derryl threatens to call the police, but doesn't actually do it.
*Call an Amber Lamps: Derryl tries to call an ambulance via Pay Phone, but fails since he has no quarters.
*Take a Hit: Derryl smokes some pot.

History: Derryl's life story is insufferably boring and has absolutely no significance at all whatsoever. He was born, he grew into a boy, became a teen, dropped out of school, and now he's a bum. The only unique thing about him is that he somehow always manages to find himself in the worst situations. He has died millions of times in alternate timelines and dimensions thanks to being a cosmic joke.