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How much wood WOULD a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck wood? Maybe that dork Sally selling seashells down by the sea shore knows...
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Can everybody do me a huge solid and like this post: roleplayerguild.com/posts/5…
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Because asking the mods "gib power" is a much better bid than demonstrating a groundswell of supporters, right? #Wraith4Mod2K19
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WRAITH, WRAITH, HE'S OUR MAN, IF HE CAN'T DO IT, NO ONE CAN!
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@KingOfTheSkies but could you fix it with Flex Tape? I say nay-nay

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@Lunafreya Miku feel free to do as you like with the Summers. I was thinking about using Cyclops but I'm sure we could just share the character if your plans need him -- or, if it comes down to it, I'd be happy to just pick other X-Men for myself. There shouldn't be any problem with you using the Phoenix Force, either.
Been pretty busy the last few days, between work, a friend's birthday, and the actual mountain of X-Comics I'm trying to get through. Xavier post should happen in the next few days, but then after that I owe @Retired a post.

Really impressed with the IC so far! As usual, you guys are bringing a lot of talent and raw skill to the game. This includes old hands like Bounce proving that he has mastered child characters (and, apparently, mastered fleshy blobs of alien overlord), and relative newcomers like Zoey Boey giving us some quality introspection against a genuinely sweet opening post. Great stuff all around.

Also, I'm working on some guy as a supporting character. If anyone else was cooking up something for him, let me know and I'm sure we could work something out.
With that many bats running around, Gotham might need a little pest control. Maybe its time for...

It was a cold open.


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Introducing: Wonder & Sensation, A Sep & Doc Roleplay
Where do you make these banners?


I use a copy of photoshop that I definitely legally acquired for mine. Speaking of, I made two more:





Not to spam the thread with them... But I am having plenty of fun with 'em.
Been doing some photoshop stuff instead of making concrete plans for the X-Men and chose a few characters at more or less random to make comic covers of. Will probably do more in the future, these were fun to throw together.





I feel kind of indecisive rn. I quite like idea of maybe going with a Daredevil or a Black Widow. And as for X-Men characters maybe an X-23 or a Nightcrawler, or even someone like Storm. Hard decisions...


If you're indecisive, I'm sure plenty of players (myself included) would be happy for you to come into our arcs with whatever characters you so choose as supports. If you were so inclined, you could probably take several of those characters out for test drives as supports before committing to one as a driver or roaming.
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Nobody laughed at this one. They take him more seriously, which is good.

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It's a decision they'll come to regret.

The Flash was still thinking underwater, even as he ran across it.

He thought the prison was an extrapolation of the indestructible collar that he could still feel hanging off of his neck. An act of mad science against the typically inalienable forces of the universe, some expression of mutancy or magic festering in the prison’s very foundations that put him in deep. Past drowning, where the danger wasn’t the water filling your lungs, but the pressure, threatening to send cracks across your skull. So deep and black that no light, no matter how fast, could penetrate.

He knew his speed would come back after he escaped. His field of view would seem to pull out as everything slowed to a crawl around him; his brain would accelerate to keep pace with his new view of reality. Instead, the only thing he could think about was the run.

The others he’d met in the prison were being flown across. Barry insisted on running it for himself. A dead sprint across open water, nothing like the twists and hairpin turns of Mojoworld’s trials. A chance to run and think and just maybe a chance to go fast enough to become whole again.

He had dashed over oceans in the blink of an eye. But those were his oceans. Placid sheets of blue that to his eye moved only glacially, preserving the fish and creatures beneath as if in amber. This sea was alive, angry.

The water’s surface shifted as sands in a hurricane, dunes and valleys reshaping themselves before his very eyes. With every hand of brine that crashed across his costume, a boot would plunge into the deep, the force of his step and surface pressure mismatching, only to send him skipping like a stone across the water, legs pinwheeling above and beneath him.

A part of him wondered if this was another of the challenges. Maybe they were meant to escape. An extended bout that would see them picked off, one by one. A massive VR rotunda with climate control and tide machines to sell the illusion. But the blown out remains of the moon hanging in the sky and the whirring device on his belt told him otherwise. The tides were real. So was the death that lingered beneath.

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The rooftop was a chance to rest and recollect, and to attempt to explain the intricacies of the multiverse to the uninitiated. In the prison there were other possibilities -- time travel, wormholes, pocket dimensions. But to Barry, it had been plain as day once he saw the others. He knew he was just one Flash out of a community of red and gold runners in every shape, size, and variation, and knew that for the rest it was just the same.

This Steve Rogers was younger and yet sourer than his. He carried the same willful determination in his gait and his gaze, but the hopeful spark that Barry had come to associate with Captain America had long since gone out. He took the concept of the multiverse the hardest. In his world, he was the only costumed avenger, and now he was thrust into countless trillions of worlds chock full of them. Barry felt for the man, having his understanding of the world pulled out from under him. But at least he was alive, not cut down like the Batman they had crossed paths with.

And not a corpse like Damian. Six, Barry had to keep reminding himself. Not the Robin he had come to know, but a body with glassy eyes and pale skin, cloaked in a symbiote of some kind. It wasn’t of the same ilk as Venom’s, a supervillain from his earth, but something to keep an eye on, nonetheless.

Then there was M’gann, this time without her innocence. Not a member of the Titans but a full fledged Martian Manhunter. At the least, she was easier to separate from her counterpart than Damian -- she wasn’t green.

Jonah Hex, Barry only knew of from history. From the endless tomes of Central City Library that he’d read cover to cover again and again. A western adventurer, bounty hunter, and sometimes-lawman eking out an existence in tumultuous times. This one was similar enough to the legends. A hardened cowboy type with an iron on his hip and snake in his boot or somesuch. He described himself as a man out of time. Not brought just from his universe, it seemed, but from his future as well.

For Hex’s sake, hopefully Mojo’s device could travel in time, too. He had been studying the device as the child scavenged for food, watching the symbols dancing and shifting in the top left corner of the screen. Sometimes they’d change so fast even he would miss their transition. On his world he’d have been able to record every symbol a thousand times, test pattern variations, and determine for certain how to operate it. Instead he felt like a kid again in Central City Arcade, meaninglessly mashing buttons as Iris’ combos flattened him. Really, he shouldn’t have needed the damn thing at all. He could take everyone into his arms and run them home to wherever that was for them. He could be fast enough to defeat The Rival. He could see Iris, his Iris, one more time. He wanted to chuck the device into the sea, never to be found again.

But the device was coming to life in his hands. Symbols migrating from their corner to the screen’s center, growing in scale as the device began to ping, as it had done before sending them here.

“I think we have another doorway coming, people…” Barry said. He looked out over the ocean, dead in every regard but for the warring tide on its surface. “Unless anyone’s keen on finding this world’s Atlantis, it’s our best bet.”

Moments later, another rift opened in reality. With his full speedforce, Barry had slipped and slid through the walls between times and dimensions, but this was a hole. Almost like a boom tube, a shimmering silver circle hanging on nothing that promised passage to elsewhere.

“Well… Once more unto the breach.”
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