DracoLunaris

Galaxy Of Monsters - Alien Monster Hunter RP

@Lmpkio

looking back at the ref, I see what you mean. In my head they weren't that spread out. sorry bout that.

Galaxy Of Monsters - Alien Monster Hunter RP

Syreni chondrichthyes (Aquarian) who took up almost half of the entire elevator

@Lmpkio

not sure where you got that from seeing as Arra is only 5'11, which, going by @GrizzTheMauler's data, is pretty small for this group.

War Notes

Althea was glad Grandon was OK apart from some slight concussion he’d need rest to recover from. If he was still in pain in the morning she would see if she could make him some light painkillers or get some from the pharmacist.

After checking on him she joined the others for dinner and found out about the expedition they were going on. Monster hunting apparently. Something they were not experts in in the slightest, she hoped the princess had someone to track it because poor Wagnil was still out of it.

Speaking of which, while the other girls all headed of to wash each other's backs in the hot springs (with none of the men so far joining them it looked like they wouldn’t be needing those contraceptives she had in her medical bag) she decided to ask the captain a few questions.

“Did you find out anything related to ze things Wagnil saw? Should we really be out monster hunting with that on the way or has it already been dealt with? Is this monster related to that?”

She was referring to the mysterious convoy and their coach holding a special cargo who had been heading for Orello. Wagnil had almost died for that information and the cadets attacked by warriors from an unknown faction, whatever it was must have been important.

She tired to be vague as a result of their public setting, but she was rather curious as to what was up with all that and what the captain had mentioned about the prime minister in relation to the journal’s notes. She had been meaning to ask for some time, but there really hadn’t been an opportunity to do so till now.

After humans

one day late, but there is my first post. quick question, how does getting from one tier to the other work? specifically with the slum to party transition in my case. Is/was there security? Is the transition a vertical wall or it more of just an steep slope where the the two districts sort of mingle?

After humans

Location: east slums, near the border to the party district

Roxanne’s ears were ringing as she pulled herself out of the shattered remains of the storefront and she tired to remember why she was there.

It took a few moments but she revealed she’d been returning from one of the gangs safehouses after running them some supplies when everything went wrong. The last thing she remembered was swerving to avoid an out of control vehicle even as her own senses failed her. She must have crashed here and been knocked out.

Well she was glad she was alive and from the looks of things the bike was sturdily enough made and the stores now ruined contents were soft enough that both she and it were intact. At least she felt intact and thus simply assumed everything was ok. It wasn’t till she spotted her hat laying in the glass and then tried to pick it up that she reilised something was off. First of all two hands reached out instead of the expected one, one small and skinny the other long and covered in some kind of stony or wooden armor.

”What”

She looked down at her body, noticing her tone up clothing and weirdly bent and furred legs ending in sharp talons

”The”

She looked behind here and found a tail covered in the same scales as where on her larger set of arms

”Fuck”

Finally around her neck was a ring of odd spines. Suffice to say she was very, very confused at the moment. Compounding matters was the dust storm outside, which was reducing visibility by about 40 m in the slums, and the shouting, fires and alarms she could hear going on out there. The occasional bout of gunfire, screaming or monstrous roaring indicated that some people had woken up in considerably more dangerous situations than her.

Somewhat awkwardly she picked her way through the debris, pulling up her necker kerchief over her face to mouth to make an attempt to keep the biggest particles of the dust out of her lungs. It probably would not have worked closer to the center, but out here it was serviceable. It was a general goods store, run by slum denizens for other slum denizens who couldn’t or wouldn’t go to the marked district for goods.

While she scrounged she tried to call some of the people in the gang she trusted on her headset to see if they what was going on, but the lines were dead. She’d have to get back to base and see if the boss knew what was going on and what they should do.

Eventually, after looting the money from the till and shoving some cheap booze into her messenger bag(might as well, the store clerk was nowhere to be seen), she found what she was looking for: a stand that featured a bunch of poorly made safety gear. Some of the corporations were so shitty that they didn’t even provide the necessary gear to work in their factories and required the workers to provide their own lest they get injured. Some people simply went without but those that did not went with what they could afford, which wasn’t much. Among the cheaply made gloves and hardhats she found a pair of safety goggles. Made to keep hazardous chemicals out of workers eyes, they would hopefully do the same for the dust currently swirling through the air.

Eye protection acquired she went over to her bike and mounted it.

”Ok, either you have gotten smaller or I have gotten bigger.”

It took a few moments to get used to how to sit with her new frame, talons gripping the foot rests one long arm grabbing the handlebars for steering and the opposite small one the accelerator and singular brake lever of the tracked bike. She revved the engine and backed out of the store, turned into the street and then gunned it through the dust swept streets for club Nova, HQ of the Red Sun Gang, tail whipping through the air behind her.

War Notes

@TheWindel STAHP. JUST STAHP. I am pretty sure in the same hour you just changed the GIF. PICK ONE ALREADY. JUST PICK ONE..
/cries in corner.

@Leotamer

_{psst, hay, hay guy, try refreshing the page a few times}

Konosuba: This Wonderful World's Alternative Paradigm

This time the toad attacked in the manner she expected it too, its long young lashing out at her, but before the goblin could try and leap to the side she was dragged by her hammer instead. The red ring fortunately made her strong enough to hold on to the shaft, if she hadn’t had it she would surely have been gobbled up. The fact that she was dragged in the opposite direction to the one she was in the middle of trying to leap to was very confusing and so she was promptly plunged into the water again.

She rose from the water and stared bemused at her weapon for a moment. It was a piece of crap that should not suddenly be trying to magically save her life and Rita was not familiar enough with magic to think that someone else might have tried to pull it. Confused and rather worried about her weapons assistance she turned her attention by necessity back to the ugly toad that was already lining up another shot. It was little rough around the edges with that pike sticking out of it, but unfortunately her hammer seemed to have done little to the beast with her initial attempt, but she managed to see a way that she could do much more this time.

After all, when all you have is a hammer, every problem starts to look like a nail, and she saw a great big nail ripe for smacking.

Sprinting through the water as fast as her little legs could carry her and deftly hopping over a second tong grab she passed the beast’s side and leaped up in the air, swinging her tiny hammer full force into the end of the extruding pike’s shaft, driving it deeper into the beast, before landing behind the toad and driving a second strike towards the closest leg, aiming to hit a slightly more vulnerable area than the creatures thick skull. She’d like to see it try and jump and squash her with a broken leg.

As was traditional, she was screaming her little lungs out in a wordless and rather high pitched battle cry while doing all this.

After humans

I'll post tomorrow I think. then it will be time for the slums to suffer a zombie apocalypse and mutant meltdown.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Sister Sophia

Location: the Park - ravine near the Hidden Settlement -> the Sky
interactions: drone @Lugubrious, also possibly visible to anyone looking up at the moment

"Seriously?"

She gives the drone the flattest of looks (not that it can be seen with her helmet in the way) as she stares at what the box has in it.

"SERIOUSLY?"

She threw her arms up in exasperation.

"your lucky I think spying on those bugs is a good idea! The fuck is that supposed to be, ugly jewelry?"

She said in a rage, possibly only to herself, before stomping off in a huff down to the cache to resupply. 5 minutes of reloading and careful refueling later she approached the drone once more, which was still hovering there holding the weird egg. On closer inspection it seemed to consist of a red material which had all the parts of a face in all the wrong places. With nowhere presently available to put it (the remaining pill was now squashed under a clip on her ammo belt) she tossed it over her shoulder to Gromory.

"I’ll deal with whatever that is when I get back. Every moment wasted is another that the Xenos get to make their vile plans unseen."

With the weird artifact unknowingly left in the lucky hands of her Emperor’s puppet, she ignited the jetpack’s thrusters and tried to take off. She immediately veered to the left as her tentacle arm throw of her learned center of mass, causing the woman to ram tendril first into the nearest tree.

After a string of curse words and 3 more attempts she managed to get herself stabilized in her flight again. Well, somewhat stabilized, she was still a wee bit wobbly. It was good enough and so she grabbed hold of the drone and rocketed skywards, up, up, past the treetops and into the sky. The pack wasn’t really made for this kind of maneuver, but the Adeptus Mechanicus’s creations still performed remarkably well. That is to say, she did not plummet to her anticlimactic death. They rose veer higher till they were level, though somewhat far away from, that giant bird like thing that hovered ominously above the city.

"Alright you Xenos scum, lets see what you're up too"

She engaged the binocular setting on her helmet's visor and zoomed in. Presumably the drone, whose camera was facing the great avian, did the same.

After humans

Roxanne Roth

Name: Roxanne Roth
Apparent Age: 30
Actual Age: 17
Height: 1.4 meters meters
Weight: 51 kg
Former Species: Human

Appearance

New Species: Tiefling
Height: 2 meters
Weight: 80 kg

Appearance

She has a pair of extremely extended arms that end up covered in a stonelike carapace, these limbs are incredibly strong but have relatively poor dexterity, this is compared with the smaller set which are quick and nimble yet have little strength at all. She has a long armored tail and birdlike legs that end in vicious talons. A ring of spiky horns radiate around her neck, serving no initial purpose but may be a channel for magic if she learns any.

Personality:
She is energetic, rebellious and full of that assurance that she will live forever that only the young have. She is an almost compulsive liar, generally trying to avoid giving away any info about herself or her nefarious activities.

Location: East party district near Club Nova, located close to the edge of the slums
Status: Punk Teen, Courier, Red Sun Gang Member

Secrets:
Unless you're in the know about the underworld, you don’t need to know she’s in a gang.
Addicted to Rush, a drug that massively heightens alertness and reaction times.
She’s killed someone before.

Assets:
Club Nova, her boss’s headquarters, is a den of debauchery and filled with all kinds of thing you need to run a gang.
Various small hideouts in the eastern slums. In fact she knows the east slums like the back of her hand, having been a gang's courier she's brought illegal goods to basically every criminal group that operates there.
Good deal of underworld connections via other teens in their organisations. She’s not going to get you into the syndicate or anything, but if you need drugs, guns, explosives or hackers she could have probably found you them before everything fell apart.

Possessions:

bike

A tank tread based bike she stole once, capable of crossing rough terrain and slippery hazards withe ease. As an almost entirely mechanical system this should be capable of running even after the EPM. as a thief she know exactly how to lock this thing up so that someone else doesn’t steal it off her. It was a bit big for her, now it’s a bit small.

Wallet with some Cash, a Fake ID etc.
A nice hat.

Equipment:
Easily concealable Handgun
Headset for long and short ranged communications
Rush pills, that increase her reaction times for an hour. Coming down from these leaves her feeling groggy and sluggish. Small risk of heart attack.
Neckerchief used for identity concealment(a little pointless now) and it makes a poorly improvised air filter when necessary.

Story:
She was born into one of the many many working poor families that are crammed into the slums like sardines in a can. While her parents busted their asses of working in the factory district for meager pay she was left mostly to her own devices and quickly fell in with the wrong crowd. As it so often does loitering, graffiti and shoplifting turn to much more dangerous affairs as the youths got picked up by the local gang.

There she learned how to steal without being caught, how to brawl and shoot, how to avoid unwanted attention and how to intimidate people. It’s also where she got hooked on Rush. At first she was just some kid in the gang, an extra pair of eyes and fists, but she started climbing the ranks with her tenacity, quick wit and hands. She’s one of those people who the boss actually knows by name even if she isn’t one of his inner circle.

Her proudest achievement was nicking this sweet ass bike by sneaking into the middle class district and breaking into a garage and then riding it back to the slums, all without anyone noticing till it was way too late. It was like a little syndicate heist, in their mind at least, her sneaking out, one friend keeping watch and a script kiddie they ‘asked’ to help disengaging the electronic security and cameras.

With her new ride she became something of a Courier and messenger, bringing the boss’s goods and words to where they were needed when phone lines and third party deliveries couldn't be trusted. She was out on one such excursion when the event hit.

Boss

Name: Karzen
Apparent Age: 30
Actual Age: 40
Former Species: Human
Height: 65 Kg
Weight: 1.7 M
Appearance: Like a street tough playing businessman. The boss was bald, muscular, arms covered in tattoos and scars and with a grin like a shark, all while wearing a expensive suit, tie and shades.

New Species: Siren
Height: 2.2 M
Weight: 75 kg

Appearance:

A man with the head of a shark wearing an opera mask with bugg read eyes and a flowing pink mane of hair. His lungs can fill o an extreme capacity such that they escape from his chest cavity. He can use these impressive lungs to perform devastating sonic attacks. He is rather agile on his monkey like feet, however his weirdly shaped hands make operating machinery made for human hands rather awkward.

Personality: A man who is full of himself, though he has some right to be, he got to where he was by being supremely self confident. At least that is how he appears. The man is aware of hiss position and strengths, but is a master of convincing other to over or underestimate him as he sees fits.

While not wholly without compassion, he is generally ruthless with his enemies and tough with his allies. He has power and knows how to use it for the gain of himself and a closely picked few. Always looking for more ways to improve his standing in the criminal underworld and acquire more wealth.

Location: east party district
Status: boss of the Red Sun gang

Secrets: basically responsible for the deaths of everyone in club nova, is panicked shriek slaughtering his main men in his penthouse and his attempt to clear out the club floor of monsters causing massive collateral damage.
Debt to the syndicate. Not with money, got plenty of that but with favors.

Assets: Club Nova, personal and gang stashes, the loyalty of an unknown number of survivors.

Possessions and Equipment: generally carries a large decorated revolver, plenty of dosh and an encrypted smartphone

Story: A one time lowlife ganger, he climbed his way up the criminal ranks with charisma and a nerve of steel till he had a gang of his owns and a sweet club to call his own. Has aspirations of getting in with the syndicate, but was too local to the slums for them to really care.