Earnest Evans

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

@Scarlet Angel94, I do hope you'll refrain from using your powers to godmod and instantly kill anyone who becomes a threat. That's kind of a big no-no in freeform RP. I mean, you're already just below "completely unbeatable", considering how you can make almost anything with one of the most common elements in civilized history, and can freely extract it from anyone around you in ways that somehow manages to kill them (despite iron being present in trace amounts throughout the body relative to other elements).

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Orifice Complex, Siberia Shadow Eternity Commandoes Group B

One burst of assault rifle fire disintegrated a sword-wielding green-garbed goon, once again demonstrating the superiority of firearms versus freakish flesh. His gun's barrel still smoking, Sindibad called out to the others.
"These things must be made out of paper! Don't be afraid, keep shooting!"
With practiced precision, the squad butchered the horde of goons. At least a half-dozen bodies lie on the floor in various states of gory disrepair. Sparks flew from the creatures' ruined weaponry. Rimanahson, his hearing already augmented, signed the all-clear. There weren't any more enemies nearby.

Using their brief lull in the action to explore the offices, Sindibad Darude came upon a document. Before pocketing it for later, he read it closely.

Experimentations with the Subspace Communications Array have been phenomenally successful.

After some urging from the research director, we have successfully managed to open communications with an Alternate universe!

It seems that our first contact was with another research facility.

Though it took quite a bit of finagling with the director and with the superuniversal facility, we have agreed to an exchange of information. One fact from us, for a fact from them.

As it turns out, this superuniversal facility is also designed around bio-organic weaponry, with a significant difference: where we sell our services to provide foreign countries with BOW's, they seem to sell their services to support humanity through eliminating natural BOW's called Neo-Mitochondrion Creatures (ignoring the physical impossibility of mitochondria becoming sentient, of course. We suspect these scientists are poking fun at us.) and changing humans into alternate forms.

Though it's obvious that reproducing these Neo-Mitochondrion Creatures using our facilities and physics would be entirely impossible, we have managed to obtain something that is useful.

A genetic sequence here, a few special molecular compounds, and a definitive procedure for growing a very specialized human fetus, in exchange for our special process for creating Tyrants. One loss of company secrets in exchange for quite possibly our single most useful anti-BOW unit since the Cleaners: what they call a GOLEM.

With immense physical strength, intelligence at the level of a guard dog from day 1 of growth, and strange new abilities as they mature, the GOLEM is a phenomenally useful creature. Each one is completely immune to all forms of disease and toxic agents (in fact, adult specimens produce deadly neurotoxins!) and is easily capable of matching any BOW, Critical J'avo included! Unfortunately, GOLEMs seem to be phenomenally weak, as live-fire tests have proven that even handgun munitions are sufficient to destroy them.

Our relations with this superuniversal facility have definitely proven fruitful, though we have made contact with other organizations through multiple alternate universes. What's strange is that, no matter what frequency we use and which universe we direct our messages at, we only ever seem to get research facilities! A full list of frequencies and facilities follows...

"Telecommunications Report 4/1/2015"

Sindibad grinned evilly, and quietly stuffed the document in his rucksack. As he lifted the document up, he found a Pawn Keycard! Chuckling to himself, David moved to the center of the complex and radioed in.
"Found one of those Pawn keycards. Group A, how are you doing?"

Lieutenant Leatherhoff's voice came through on the radio.
"We have run into a bit of trouble with some airborne BOW's. However, we have found a Pawn keycard as well. We're moving to your position now!"

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Never Lose Hope Hospital, Harlem, New York

"Well, Mr. Oberschmidt, it seems you're perfectly healthy, with no sign of damage to your tissues or nerves. Now, we'll just give you a quick x-ray, and we can see what's causing you this trouble, okay?"

"Sure thing, doctor. Hey, if it's not anything to do with the skin, what could it be?"

"Well, I suppose something could be wrong with your heart or lungs. It could also be an issue with the way your ribs are oriented. Have you been struck in the chest hard enough to cause immense pain or received CPR recently, sir? No? Please follow me."
Fargus got to his feet and followed the doctor a ways down the hall to a relatively-isolated apparatus. On a shelf nearby were a set of thick, lead-lined aprons.

"Please put this on, and step into the machine... there we go. You might feel a light tingling sensation, but it's nothing to worry about."

The apparatus hummed and whined, an LED on the top of one of its many lenses glowed red. After a few seconds, the humming stopped and the doctor waved Fargus out of the apparatus. The doctor bid Fargus to stay here for a while, as she collected his X-rays. After a few minutes, the doctor came back with a rather concerned look on her face.

"So what's the diagnosis, doc?"

"Your ribs are oriented normally, but it seems that your right false rib is significantly denser than the others. In most cases when a piece of bone is different than the others, it's due to the bone recently healing or it's cancerous. However, your rib is wholly condensed. I suspect it's at least a 50% increase in compact tissue, that's replaced most of the rib's cancellous tissue. Since this is a less-important bone, you should be fine. However, if this condition spreads to, say, your pelvis, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do short of replacing the bone entirely. I'll have to prescribe you some painkillers for now, but you should get used to the pain within two months. Please come visit us again if you experience any similar pain in other parts of your body. Now, on to the matter of your bill..."

Several minutes of discussing health insurance later, Fargus stepped out of the hospital, none the worse for wear. He pulled a cellphone out of his pocket and made a few calls.

"Hey, brother, it's Fargus! Yeah, thanks again for getting me the same coverage; it's really saved my life here! ...Yeah, come on down to the park when you get off, the boys and I are going to celebrate our good fortune, and I want to thank you personally for your generosity. ...One hour, good to know! I'll see you later, man. ...Love you too, bye."

Fargus hailed a cab, and gingerly stepped in, massaging his ribs. As the cab drove on to Central Park, Fargus texted Gunther and Peaches.

Going 2 Central Park meet there in 1 hr
going 2 clbr8 appointment
see u soon!

Twilight Princess: The RPG

@Eklispe

Firstly, that's Godmodding. I'm not okay with that.

Secondly, Cimmerade would have passed out and only woken up long after the fact. He would have reasons for not following them. I'd make a post but I would first need to get an idea of what the village is like several hours after the bokoblins attacked then fled first.

@Bright_Ops

This sets up a conundrum, then. I suppose Cimmerade will stay behind in the village and help the villagers cope with the recent kidnapping, or maybe even pass through the wall and investigate why the Twilight Realm is right at the edge of the village?

Twilight Princess: The RPG

We should probably see what @Bright_Ops thinks.

Twilight Princess: The RPG

With Aaron rushing over towards one of the armed villages (No doubt to offer aid; The plant man seemed the sort) Cimmerade considered his options for a moment before moving as fast as he could push himself towards the biggest building in the village in search of shelter from the coming engagement. While turning away from a battle like this felt wrong on a spiritual level, Cimmerade was not an insane fool; He was unarmed and was on the tail end of several days with little to no rest. It was a miracle he wasn't already suffering from hallucinations... then again, he had just been having a conversation with a friendly plant man...

Bright_Ops

Cimmerade was taking shelter when the bokoblins fled, it seems.

Twilight Princess: The RPG

The wall's magic teleporting lightning would have to extend beyond the fountain, through Link's grotto, and into wherever Cimmerade was staying. If that was the case, there'd be a load of villagers in the cell with the rest of the heroes.

Twilight Princess: The RPG

Perhaps you could say that he followed the group afterwards because he was curious when they didn't come back? idk plot is hard _-_

@Eklispe

But then that would add a plothole in regards to why they'd need Midna to break them out. After all, there are two teleporting Twili agents in the area.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

Harlem, New York 12:00PM

"Watch where you put that bag, man; it's got all the fruit in it!"
"Sorry, Fargus! Hey, when's your brother going to get here?"
"He'll get here when he gets here. Listen, I want you guys to take it easy from now on. We got ourselves a second chance, and I sure as hell don't want to screw it up."
"Sure thing, boss! Hey, you think the cops're still after us?"
"Nah! The docs old Lo-Hat gave us were rock solid! Speaking of which, both of you are now officially Oberschmidts, got it? Having a family member in America's gonna make the immigration process a hell of a lot easier, and I don't want either of you screwing it up! Gunther, that includes you!"
"You got it, boss! Gunther Oberschmidt doesn't sound too hot, but I think I can manage."
"Good! Peaches, put away the food. I'm gonna try and relax before my doctor's appointment. I'm gonna get this pain all over my ribs checked out."

Fargus Oberschmidt staggered down to the impromptu living room he had made out of the three-room studio he and his gang had rented. The Smilies were long-gone, and now the only thing left was to pick up the scraps. Fargus turned on the TV, and dozed off as the dull tones of the local news echoed through the apartment's paper-thin walls.
"In other news, police are still investigating the gas leak that had claimed one life just this morning. Authorities say that chlorine was used, and suspect a broken pool filter as the cause."

Monsters Hotel

@clanjos
Djedkare grinned at the hyena's words. "Oh ho, a craftsman! Well, my friend, I may have a mission for you after all. Come meet me in room Two-Hundred and Two in, oh... eight minutes, perhaps. We'll discuss things there. You need not confirm now, your presence there will be all that I need. For now, I have other things to do. Please, craftsman, enjoy your time here."

At that, Djedkare rose up from the tub and stepped out of it. Water sluiced cleanly off his tanned hide as he patted his loincloth clean. With a final nod to the hyena still in the tub, Djedkare began heading back to his apartment. In no time at all, Djedkare reached his room, and opened the door with a subtle creak.

Djedkare stepped forward, and planted himself at the foot of the bed. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.