EnterTheHero

Persona - The True Self

o boy ive been kidnapped

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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ONE OF THESE DAYS I AM GOING TO PUT YOU INTO A BUBBLE JUST TO PROTECT YOUR ASS!!! XD *hugs* You just have the shittiest luck I've seen.

@Fallenreaper

Don't have to tell me twice. Bleh.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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Possibly, I'm hoping to but I need everyone set up and informed first really. I'm looking at @EnterTheHero, @Tearstone, @Athinar, and others to get set up. However I'm going to likely post the start Wed/Thursday evening at latest.

@Fallenreaper

Sorry for the delay. I had a wedding, and subsequently food poisoning to deal with over the last couple of weeks. Things are back to normal now, though.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Silas stood for a moment after being dismissed by the Council, staring up at the trio of molten visages. He raised a hand to his forehead, where the mark he'd been branded with still glowed with warmth. Despite some lingering misgivings, it seemed he was correct about choosing the lesser of two evils, at least if that Templar's "branding" was any indication of what had awaited him given his refusal. He grit his teeth, trying to expunge the memory from his head. Another delusional idiot who assumed reality catered to his beliefs alone, and all others were to be trampled underfoot. He'd been of a mind to put the Templar in his place by telling him of the realities of his precious "Jesus," but the Council had very quickly done so already. He didn't suppose he'd be seeing much of the fool after such a trauma. So he decided to turn his thoughts to more interesting subjects, such as the benefits of his newfound partnership.

It all was such an intriguing prospect- he hadn't expected the rewards to be quite so... fruitful. The citadel and its facilities were all well and good- a structure so large had to have a library at least, which, being a scholar, would be beneficial to him. And if they had a forge, as well? All the better; he'd been wanting to make a match to Pleiades for about a century now, and the idea of using gunpowder weaponry as a template was tempting, especially after getting a glance of that half-demon's weapons of choice. The World Tree was also convenient, if unnecessary- he already had means into Purgatorio and Paradiso, though the latter required a bit more effort, and some cajoling of his familiars. And it wasn't as though he intended to storm Inferno any time soon. Still, a simpler method of traveling was appreciated, if only to save him some extra effort. All of these benefits, however, paled in comparison to the most tangible gift he'd been granted.

A transcendent form phenomenon that I can call upon myself. To use and study at will... how marvelous. Ever since coming into contact with demons and half-bloods, he'd been intrigued by the ability of some to engage such a phenomenon in times of duress, greatly amplifying their powers. He'd heard even of some of the old Sages and even Umbra Witches being able to engage a similar phenomenon themselves, though it seemed such knowledge was, for the most part, lost. Even Father Roderick lacked such an attribute. Apparently, knowledge of the means of doing so had died with the Exile. But now, he had it in his grasp. With it, he might be able to regain such lost knowledge, to spread this power among his Lumen brethren. It wasn't a sure thing- he hadn't even tested his powers out yet, and he was unsure what parallels, if any, there would be with the transcendence of old. But it was a start.

Of course, this led him to... darker thoughts, as he was reminded of the decision he had made, and how his brethren might react. Especially what that elder Watcher had told him.

”Very noble of you, enlightened one. I hope you keep your word no matter what we tell you to kill. Heheheh…”

He was well aware of the... unpredictable nature of the Council, and moreover the capricious nature of the Hierarchy. A trait that some among the Sages shared, to his chagrin. Some of the Hierarchy might not take kindly to him seemingly trading their authority for the Council's, and neither might his brothers. It might indeed lead to conflict, now that he thought of it. Which was infuriating.

Perhaps I'm being too pessimistic, he thought, still tracing the line branded onto his forehead absentmindedly. I am still a Lumen Sage, first and foremost. And while under normal circumstances, this might be construed as unfit for the oaths I have taken, the very fact that the Council has called me shows that these are not normal circumstances. The seals of Armageddon are being destroyed. Someone means to bring about the Endwar, or something worse, considering what that... thing was cackling about at the Cairn. He shuddered again as he thought about that creature, then continued on with his thoughts.

Even demons can see that the situation is too dire to allow petty differences to separate us. Surely I can convince the other Sages and Heaven to see sense. If we allow presumptions to divide us, we will all fall. He nodded to confirm this to himself, then turned and followed his new comrades toward the Citadel. Still, despite his logic, doubt still darkened his thoughts. Perhaps he would keep this between himself and Roderick for now. There, at least, was someone he could trust not to react too harshly.

He caught up to the group wandering toward the castle that now loomed above them. Save the Nephilim and a strangely-familiar mage, who rocketed ahead using some sort of enhancement magic. Silas frowned. He'd wanted to speak to Wrath further. Particularly about why Lady Uriel would hide the creation of a Nephilim from her allies in the Sages. He shrugged as he shifted into his Wolf Within, loping toward the doors and shifting back into his human form as he entered the massive structure that he supposed was now their headquarters. He'd get back to the Nephilim sooner or later. As he dusted himself off after returning to human form, one of the others, a sword-wielding girl, dashed into the castle past him, running down another corridor, chanting about books.

Ah. A kindred spirit. An excellent starting point for associating with his new compatriots. He followed after the girl, at a more leisurely pace, certainly. She was hard to lose track of, as exuberant as she was.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@Zorogami Nah, don't worry about it. I'm not upset, and neither should you be. It probably doesn't help that I'm not usually in the OOC. *shrug* Anyway, no worries, dude, we're cool.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@Zorogami Silas has accepted the offer. I posted a few days ago to that end.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Today has not been the best of days, mused Silas, as he limped through the wreckage of Barlour city.

First, he'd gone chasing after that bloody half-demon. Attempted to go chasing, more like, as the half-blood was faster than he'd anticipated, and using Light Speed required him to be in some sort of duress to use it. So he'd lost him. Briefly. Kazfiel and Sraosha had picked up the scent soon after, as well as that of... others. Silas' mouth twisted as he considered the other intruders to his operation- a group called Gilgamesh. He'd heard of them before- experimenting on Angel and Demon alike in search of weaknesses and strengths to exploit, modifying themselves in an attempt to match blows with their perceived enemies. He'd thought them delusional before, but he had to admit- from what he'd seen of their prowess, perhaps they were on to something.

The fighting had then delved underground, and things got even more confusing. More demons. More empowered humans. Some not-empowered humans. The Nephilim. Lots of shades. It ended up that the only recourse, rather than try and make sense of the melee, was to move toward his objective, the Seal that the Nephilim had mentioned. One that, long before he'd reached it, he had an inkling of just what he was headed toward.

An Armageddon Seal, right underneath Barlour. One that, were it destroyed, would cause untold havoc across all planes of the Trinity. It was his duty as a Sage to protect the balance, to defend the people of this city from the depredations of Inferno and all spaces between.

He failed.

He hadn't even gotten to see who had destroyed the Seal- he'd been too far away. He heard the voice, though. And especially he heard the laugh- he'd remember the chilling sound of it for the rest of his life, or at least until he ran Pleiades through the culprit's eye sockets and major joints. Whichever came first. And then all the caves and chambers beneath the city- and, by extension, the city above- had begun to collapse.

All in all, a complete and total failure. Father Roderick was going to be displeased.

And then, of course, to cap all of this off, there was this condescending shadowy blue bastard following him around.

Silas turned to the demon- for what else could it be?- growling quietly while cursing such a habit at the same time. Being attuned to the more animal minds of Laguna did little for his own psyche. The demon seemed merely amused by this, wagging a finger in animated fashion at him.

"Temper, wolf boy. Wouldn't do to make a bad first impression to the boss, would it?"

Silas scoffed, too exhausted to be offended. "Away with you, foul miscreation. I answer to only two authorities, and you aren't one of them."

The creature scratched its ethereal chin. "That a fact? Well, I answer to the authority that your authorities answer to. So it looks like I win." Silas stopped, then, turning to glare at the specter who trailed behind him.

"I answer to Father Roderick, master of the revitalized Lumen Sages. I answer to the Hierarchy of Laguna, and the Army of Light who conduct them. I answer to the light of Creation, demon. What authority could be higher than that?"

The specter still seemed infuriatingly amused by his tirade, crossing his arms. "Firstly, I'm a Watcher. Not a demon. Very different things, wolf boy. Secondly, everything you said is all well and good, but I answer to the Charred Council."

Silas paled suddenly. The Watcher seemed to smile.

"I see that means something to you. Good- less for me to explain. The Council would like to see you, blah blah blah, please make an appointment with the receptionist for immediately. Understood, werewolf?"

Silas sputtered for a moment or two. The Charred Council- the absolute authority of all realities. They... wanted to see him?

"Why me? Father Roderick would be more suited--"

"Father Roderick," said the Watcher, butting in, "was not present at the destruction of the Eidolic Cairn. You, on the other hand, were. You bore witness to something important. Something that makes you one of the only ones capable of understanding what deep shit reality is in. So you get to meet with the Council, not boss man. 'Kay?"

Silas mulled this over briefly. "I... I don't know. I feel as though I should still confer with my--" His words choked off as the Watcher's hand shot out, gripping around his throat.

"Lucky for me, wolf boy, I WASN'T ASKING."

And in a puff of black smoke, they were gone.

==~==

And so it was that Silas found himself here, in the fire that lay between the Trinities, listening to the words of the venerable Charred Council. He felt the sting of their words at his failure, and the hope that such a failure might be redeemed. He felt the courage take root in his heart, and his resolve begin to steel.

They are wrong. I am a paragon of my people. A Sage second only to Father Roderick himself. But... they are correct. I have failed. But I will not fail again. He stared up at the molten visage of the Council, fists clenched.

"I may regret this... but I will regret refusing even more. Reality is threatened, and it is the duty of the Lumen Sages to protect the balance. Our goals are aligned, then, Council. On my honor as a Sage, I will aid you in destroying this threat to the Trinity."

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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I'm multitasking so yeah... my mind is moving at speeds my fingers can't keep up with. XD

@Fallenreaper

Okay. No worries.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Alright, I think for the first Gene Co/Cowl arc I'm going with Natural Section.

My reasoning for this is pretty simple because out of the all the future arcs, that name fits the best. However, the following arc (yes Gene Co has multiple street level arcs) is more fitting for the title of Gene Therapy since the missing homeless are being taken off the street and used for genetic experimentation. The title 'Attack on Gene Co' feels more suitable for an arc where our PCs are actually literally taking on Gene rather than following bread crumbs, so I think I will use that title for when the heroes actually decide they've had enough of Gene Co and plan to take the tycoon down since the title provokes excitement and an important event in my mind.

Also, I'm nearly finished with the gdoc format. Since there's been mention of alternative plans I'm assuming the list for those involved stands, besides me and NN, at this:

@Athinar
@fdeviant
@Melonhead
@Tearstone
@EnterTheHero

If you're on the list, and not wanting to be, or off the list and wanting to be on it then this is your last chance to speak up. When I send the PM... you'll be very, very limited to when a good time would be to come into the arc story.

@Fallenreaper

One question. Do you mean "Natural Selection"?

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

My post is up. Have at it.