EnterTheHero

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

@Zugzwang Yay~

Crystal Universe

@Eviledd1984 We're only accepting human characters, but yeah, I think so.

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

@Zugzwang No worries, dude. Real life comes first, after all.

Persona - The True Self

Mako Moritomi//Noodle Shop

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

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Mako sat forward, processing what Sato had told him as he ate his meal- spicy Chinese-style noodles- thinking about the role he was now expected to fulfill. It was a lot to take in, sure; this cult, Junsei Sekai Tensei, was already incredibly dangerous, but it was worse if they were being manipulated by whoever this Lady Asai was. If they didn't realize what exactly the group's true goals were, then they wouldn't be able to get relevant information out of any of them, should they get the opportunity to interrogate. It did give them an opportunity to weaken the cult's strength by proving that the information they were being provided with was faulty, but how to prove that without pushing them into the Mirror World themselves? That ran the risk of one of them turning into a Shadow, and depending on whether or not the process was lethal, he didn't want a death on his conscience. At least, not unless he came across someone who really deserved it.

In short, while they knew more than before, they really didn't have any way of implementing the knowledge they'd gained. Mako tapped his finger on the table as he fiddled with his meal with the other hand.

"Well... thanks for the heads up, though it doesn't seem like we're any closer to finding out why they're doing this, does it? Hm." He took a bite of his noodles as he thought, finished chewing, then spoke again.

"Well, on the topic of the Shadows, assuming your experience was close to mine, both the Shadow and the Persona seem to be a part of us. After I accepted mine, it looked like it... turned into my Persona. Like, by accepting my faults, I earned the right to change things, fix things. I'd have to read up more on psychology, but I've heard the terms "Persona" and "Shadow" before. Maybe I could do some research, let you know what I find out. If I really am supposed to get involved in this, I may as well make myself useful while I'm here."

He ate some more of his meal before going on. "At least that detective won't interfere with us. I mean, as long as we're not doing anything stupid or dangerous besides the obvious, I'd assume. Like, we can't just beat up one of the cult members in the streets, but we can go to this... Mirror World and do what we do. Speaking of, our Personas. We can only use them in the Mirror World, right? I tried calling mine out this morning, but it didn't work. So I'm gonna go out on a limb and say we're only superheroes on the other side. Speaking of, I noticed the people coming to save me had some weapons- I should probably arm up, shouldn't I...?"

He paused for a second, then looked at Sato, then sheepishly back down to his plate. "Er... sorry. I have a tendency to ramble when I'm thinking about stuff. I just thought it would be a good idea to get as much of this figured out as possible, before another victim gets taken... and I'm rambling again, sorry," he said, stuffing his mouth with another bite of noodles to shut himself up.

Crystal Universe

Vert is taking no shit from Bloodstone.

Crystal Universe

Vert flinched as Blood-whatever walked up to her, calmly, deceptively friendly. Emphasis on "deceptively-" she knew Homeworld. She knew Gems like him, like the ones who'd made her, treated her the way they did. He could talk all he liked about "true power" and how it was his "job" to take them in, but she wasn't going to listen- just because it was his job didn't mean he was any good at it. And it didn't mean she was going to let him. She stared at him, scared still, terrified, even... but with another edge to it as well, one of anger, hostility, and rage. He must have seen something of that, because his last words were a threat, coupled with him grabbing her and pulling her to his face, threatening to destroy her if she got in his way.

He dropped her before walking away casually. Vert, however, had had enough. Scared took a backseat to angry, and she stood, glaring at his retreating back.

"I don't need you..." She took a deep breath, then called out stronger. "You hear? I don't need you! And I never will! I know enough about you and your kind already! I know how you work, and I know what you do! And sooner or later, the rest of your 'loyal' Gems will, too! You can't lie forever, red bastard! They'll know how you operate soon enough- they'll know what I know!" She spat in his direction, though he was already too far away for it to hit him, so she merely spat on the ground in his general direction.

"Keep your offer of 'power' to yourself- I already know where that leads. I'll take my chances elsewhere."

She breathed deeply, feeling more awake, feeling something assert itself- something that hadn't been a part of her for a long time, because she'd been to asleep to feel it. She was starting to feel more like herself again. She walked back over to Orange Gem, brushing herself off.

"See?" she said to the other Gem, "That's how Homeworld operates. Fall in line or be crushed under their heel. Trust me on this- you don't want anything to do with his type. Those other Gems... they're gonna regret this decision, that much I can assure you."

@ianzerep

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

@ProPro Well, shit. You gonna be all right, dude?

Odd Job Guild (Multiversal Crossover RPG Where You Play as RPG Users)

Samuel sat cross-legged on his bed, laptop situated on (where else) his lap, fingers tapping quickly at the keyboard with practiced ease as he filled out his character sheet for- here he checked the title again, with a small chuckle- “THE AWESOMEST CROSSOVER IN THE WORLD!” Sam smirked at what he hoped was tongue in cheek humor. And if they were being serious about their pretentious title? Well, he'd be amused to watch it crash and burn, then. It was a win-win, really. He glanced down at the clock in the lower right hand corner of the laptop's screen. Aden would be home from work in a couple of hours- he should start dinner. He glanced back at his character sheet.

I have time to finish this at least. Just a couple more sentences. The keyboard clacked as he typed faster, hurrying to finish his character sheet so he could get to the things that needed doing. He finished the sheet, clicked on the "Post Reply" button, and...

"Aw, come on!" he shouted as his computer's screen went black. "Piece of shit, laptop... I better not have to write that character sheet again!"

The computer screen began flashing, strange images appearing on the screen for the blink of an eye, before returning to black. Samuel tilted his head. Uhh... this is new. He was about to reach for the power button, when suddenly, the screen flashed blinding white- emphasis on blinding. Samuel raised an arm to shield his eyes, wondering what had possessed his laptop. And then he started to feel the pull. Slight at first, but getting stronger with each passing second. Samuel's brain bypassed curiosity and went right to panic.

"What... the..."

And then, very suddenly, he was wrenched bodily toward- and into- the computer screen, screaming all the while.

"FuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--"

==~==

In the village square where everyone was gathered, the peaceful air was suddenly pierced by the sound of someone- quietly at first, but growing louder- screaming as they, presumably, plummeted through the air.

"...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-- oof!"

The sound was cut off suddenly as Samuel plummeted toward the ground, and hit with sufficient force to crater it slightly, raising up a large cloud of dust. He coughed as he writhed on the ground, his body wracked with pain from his landing. Though, not as much as he might think, initially, having plummeted into the ground at what felt like terminal velocity. He'd certainly been falling for long enough for that to be the case. His right arm moved somewhat stiffly. He glanced down and realized it was clad in armor plating.

Um. Weird. He reached up to cradle his head with his left hand, but instead of feeling the texture of his curly brown hair, the hair he ended up touching was of a finer texture, straighter, longer.

The hell? He looked at his left hand, and the skin was noticeably darker than his paler complexion. Then he noticed the yellow sleeve on his arm and WAIT JUST A GODDAMN SECOND. He didn't have the weird mitten gauntlet on, but everything else... He looked down at his chest, seeing the weird half shirt on his torso, and then down to the armor on his legs, which must mean the arm under this armor was...

Aw, fuck. I'm a video game character. He supposed it could be worse- someone might have turned him into Princess Peach. He pondered for another few seconds, and remembered his character sheet.

The one where he'd signed up for a multiversal RP as the Fafnir Knight. Which would make this...

He started to panic again, looking around for anyone who might be able to explain what was going on. He saw a few people gathered around a rather tall, golden fellow, and decided they'd do. He walked right up to the golden man, still seeming rather shaken.

"Excuse me, golden individual. I have a few questions you might be able to answer, of the 'who are you, where am I, why am I here, and why am I a video game character' variety. You look like you might be able to help."

Persona - The True Self

Mako Moritomi//Archery Range

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

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Mako raised an eyebrow at Sato's assessment of Spiky Hair, who was now to be known as Rokurou. He looked over at the taller boy, considered Sato's defense, and conceded that this was the first time he'd met them. Sato probably would know better than him, if they'd known each other for a while. Still, this wasn't something he could just ignore- if they had known each other for long enough, then Rokurou was being very uncharitable toward Sato for pretty flimsy reasons. Regardless, Mako decided to let it slide, just so long as Rokurou didn't make a habit of this kind of treatment. If he did, well, they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. He turned back to Sato.

"No, it's all right. I probably do need to take it easier on him. It's the first time I've met him, after all." His expression was still slightly darkened from earlier. "As long as he's not generally in the habit of treating you so poorly, I'll let it slide. I don't like people being rude to my friends."

He started almost imperceptibly at that- could he really consider he and Sato friends, when they'd only spent time together about half a dozen times? A few of those while not under the best of circumstances, at that. Sato didn't seem to mind him saying, so he shrugged inwardly. If Sato was fine with being his friend, then Mako didn't feel the need to correct himself. The two of them walked out of the archery range, and Sato paused for a moment, considering something. He turned to Mako.

"There's a good noodle place just by the shopping district. It's pretty quiet there, so it'd be pretty good for talking. What do you think?"

Mako nodded- that sounded like just the place to do this sort of thing.

"Sounds great! I could use some noodles, anyway. You can probably remember how bad that hospital food was..."

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

Raye Solaire//Airfleet Street

21:49

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Raye's toothy grin may have scared off a few people as he had made his way to the stage, but he didn't care- a mission like this made it impossible not to smile.

Chewing slightly absently on the grilled meat skewer he'd received from one of the vendors, he looked around at the festivities, drinking in the sights, the sounds, the energy in the air. It almost made him want to sing! He wouldn't though- he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, much less on his vocal cords. Ah, well. He'd have to find some other way to wow everyone here. His grin grew by a few sharp teeth; it was a good thing, then, that his Semblance was so showy! This mission wasn't just gonna be a piece of cod- it was gonna be fun.

His Scroll rumbled in his pocket, and his ears quirked in surprise. He thought he had turned the device off, in preparation for his performance. Apparently not. He pulled the device out, tapping the screen to bring up who'd messaged him. His smile shifted from feral to warm as he registered who the sender was.

Hey, son! Got your text earlier about your mission tonight- knock 'em dead, kid! Your mother and I are so proud of you! Keep up the good work~
-Dad

Raye quickly typed back another message, thanking his father for his support, and telling him to give his mother a hug from him, before turning off the Scroll and stowing it back into his pocket. It was getting to be about time that he should get back to the stage- he'd been wandering for long enough. Meral had probably beat him back already. He tore the last couple chunks of meat off of the skewer, quickly chewing and swallowing them as he jogged lightly back to the stage. He contemplated using Meteor to dash above the crowd, but decided against it- someone might assume he was attacking them or something, and that would be very non-good.

So he sidestepped, ever so slowly and carefully, around the carousing humans and Faunus on the streets until he'd finally made it back to the stage. By now, the performer that was to precede them was already stepping up to... well, perform. In the interest of not upstaging the fine fellow- especially not when he'd had the guts to take this job in the first place- Raye stepped around the stage, going off to the side, so as to make a more surreptitious entrance then merely climbing up the front of the stage. When he was far enough away, he quickly jumped up onto the stage smoothly, just as the bull Faunus had begun his son.

Raye closed his eyes briefly, luxuriating in the velvet-smooth, black coffee sort-of voice the performer had, even feeling a pang of jealousy that his own talents would never even come close to that. His hands fell to the hilts of Izanagi and Izanami at his sides, though, and the feral grin returned.

Ah, just as well- I'm already gifted enough in other areas, wouldn't want to hog all of the talent. He crossed briskly to the center of the stage, where his fellows were waiting. Sure enough, everyone else had arrived before him. He scooted in between Daedalus (it wasn't often that Raye felt dwarfed by anyone, but DAMN) and the Xander kid. The MC gave him a bit of an exasperated look, but she couldn't really complain- he was here, and it looked like she hadn't even really started her explanation.

Raye listened intently, grinning wider when she told them that they were actually encouraged to show off. Awesome! This was the perfect job to take! I'm so proud of me for thinking of it~

When the MC finished her explanation, Raye reacted quickly, smoothly pulling out his blades and quickly snapping the pommels together, fusing them into their staff form. He was more than ready for this. Meral got an excited look on her face, and turned toward the rest of them.

"Who's ready to make a scene in the name of peace and unity?" she said, putting her hand out in front of all of them. Daedalus looked at the gesture and smiled, almost as widely as Raye was, and engaged his gauntlets before placing his hand on top of Meral's.

"Ready? I was born for this."

Raye grinned, not to be outdone. He shifted his sword-staff to his left hand, adding his right to the growing pile, on top of Daedalus'.

"Do ya even have to ask me? I'm gonna give these guys a show they're never gonna want to forget!" There was a brief silence as all of the turned to the last two members of their group, and another as Xander loaded his weapons in a showy way- perfect for what they were about to engage in. He paused again, then turned to his companion.

"Do you think it's too late to just stand in the crowd?" he said, some trepidation in his voice.

Raye snorted. "Ahh, don't chicken out on us now, sunshine! Come on- there's still space for your hands here in this pileup. It'll be fun, I promise ya~"