Evil Ghost Note

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Hey, sorry I haven't returned. I had claimed Poseidon with Mark Whalberg as the FC. I know there was a huge response to the rp so is it still open to players?

@role model

Somebody made Posiden.

^{mmmmmmmmmm whatcha saaaaaaaaaaaaaay}

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Anyways, I decided that the Coven will be five chapters long... functionally it'll be of the same length since I planned for Chapter four to be one long-ass fight.

And we already have enough DBZ jokes.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

the sad part is that monster dueling can totally happen

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

@Atrophy I'm doing it. There will be apparition dueling in his backstory now.

@silvermist1116

@Atrophy why

first jimmy buffet

now this

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

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The Beach House.

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Emily crossed her arms as Quinn and her little girlfriend began talking about... God knows what. Something about dying in combat honorably and Emily couldn't help but roll her eyes. Quinn's supposed to be a bit slow on the draw, but she was talking like some Viking knight or something right now... Has a screw loose or two. Though, she couldn't help but snicker at the irony of Quinn proclaiming that she'll pay more attention but doesn't pay any attention to what their glorious leader was talking about at all. For once Maya echoed her thoughts when she told Quinn to shut the fuck up. She couldn't help but chuckle... and she couldn't help but stir the pot just a little.

"Quinn, I think you need a wrench," Emily chuckled, "Because you got a screw loose."

"That's enough," Claudette stepped in to defend Quinn.

"--Yea, right, why don't yall just blackmail Blake into gettin' us one of them abandoned warehouses or some shit instead of us goin' to the Meth-head-serial-killer-y woods for practice? Just an idea. But whatever I'll go with yall-- oh and I'm Mariah, by the way."

Mariah

"But, we're witches," Emily answered with a wry grin on her face. "What kind of witch goes to a warehouse to train?" Emily shrugged. She was fully behind the idea of training because she still needs to get off her ass and get a better grasp of her brand new abstraction. She stuck her hand out and created the glowing green tethers that came out of her fingertips and dangled in the air for a few moments. Emily then retracted them and wondered what else she can do with them.

"What we need to do is hit up Mr. Schmidt for some stronger liquor," Madison said before she took another swig of the wine. This fucking rich people ass wine didn't do shit to somebody who drinks stronger shit on the daily. She wiped her mouth as she looked at Claud.... and then decided to put the bottle down. She was fine with training but she was more than certain nobody else would train with her if she was drunk.

Her eyes drifted towards Lyss for a second as she realized that chick was oddly quiet. There was still that thought, that feeling, that impression that there is still something that Lyss is hiding from Madison and the others (but mostly Madison). Even if Lyss spilled her heart out and told them all her secrets, Madison probably wouldn't buy it and assume that she's still hiding something. All this talk about Annabelle, Saul, and the DENS got her worried. Personally, the Coven should just leave Tampa but they still had work to be done... and she had the feeling that whatever was going on in this ratty ass state would follow them.

“But, what are your plans for this training? Just go there and use them? It’s pointless if we don’t have any idea how to practice.”

Maya

"Montage." Emily flatly said with a shrug.

"Oh, I have something in mind," Claudette answered with a warming smile. She didn't want to spoil it because knowing the Coven somebody would cheat.

”That could be a good idea. I’ve been... ”training” with my stuff for around a year now, but I don’t understand the supernatural things you guys do. Maybe we could learn from each other?”

Kara

"If you want to learn from somebody your ass is in the wrong place," Madison muttered to herself that was likely drowned out by the Coven chattering. She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Of course we can," Naturally Claudette was the first to answer... though she noted that Kara didn't introduce. "This is Kara, the newest member of our little Coven..."

"Joy." Emily said as she looked at the girl... she said that she didn't know anything about the supernatural. Well, hardly anyone did.

” Claudette told me about your troubles, just know, I’m not the FBI."

Kara

"Sounds like something the fuckin' FBI would say," Madison said with a chuckle.

"I know right?" Emily added on, laughing.

"Girls." Claudette sharply shut them up.

She saw that the entire Coven was behind (or close to being behind) her plan to train. Even if some of them didn't have abstractions that could necessarily be trained. However, the point of this exercise was to help prepare them for future engagements with the Outsider and, while she prayed that Annabelle was one big hoax, Annabelle Heart. Better safe than sorry. What's the worst that could go wrong?

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The Coven went out east towards Seffner and found a nice good spot in the middle of the woods. Fortunately, due to the whole "Annabelle Heart" nonsense, everyone was staying indoors and trying to avoid places like the woods. Part of Claudette wondered if this was just the calm before the storm. The clouds that were previously overhead were gone and replaced with sunny skies, Claudette wondered if they merely left the clouds behind or they moved on. She sighed as she watched the Coven assemble in the center of the field and stepped out of Madison's car and walked around to the back of the car.

"What's she doing?" Emily asked as she crossed her arms and watched Claudette as she reached in the back of the vehicle and walked up carrying a field flag over her shoulder.

"Alright," Claudette began her explanation. "My idea for training today shall be a simple... capture the flag. I want everyone to split up into two teams, each with their leader, and I want everyone to, well, get the flag-"

Emily stuck her hand out towards the flag and her tethers quickly extended and yanked the flag out of Claudette's hand. She smiled as she triumphantly raised the flag into the air. "Look at me, I won."

Claudette facepalmed and shook her head.

"... Using their abstractions. Except in a way that's not lethal, or harmful, or painful..." It was sad that she had to say this. She looked at everyone as she just said, "You know what, just be gentle as possible. I'm going to let you all decide."

Redhart Academy: A Fantasy/Horror RP

@RedVII
is this roleplay is still happening?

@sassy1085

I don't remember the exact details but red put a status up awhile back saying that he was going on hiatus

of course that status is gone so... idk

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

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vs.

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Before Oh-One could assess the situation and continue the barrage on Jill and Justin, a stray knife came out of nowhere and wrapped itself around his leg. Oh-One immediately looked down at Jonas Langer holding onto his leg... he pointed his hand at him and shot a few searing hot blasts his way before his sensors picked up a bright blue light coming his way...

"Huh?!" Justin said as he looked on at Oh-One being held in place by... Jonas Langer. About damn time he showed up, more and more people were joining the fight bit by bit. Fortunately, he was being useful... Jill's little bicycle transformed into a cannon and Justin was hoping that it'd be enough to finally take down the mechanical menace. Which was why he saved his attack for later.

The laser beam was so epic that it caused the ground to break, collapse, and massive rocks to spontaneously float up into the air! It was so much that Justin had to cover his face.

The beam hit Oh-One and sent him flying across the artic wasteland right into the sky. Unfortunately, Mr. Langer wasn't smart enough to let go and went with it. Whoops! Sad to say that Justin couldn't shed a single tear. The beam faded... and Oh-One was still functional. Just barely though... most of his robotic exterior was burned away and exposed wiring and metal. Sparks were coming off of him, yet he was still functional enough to keep flying.

What a joy.

Justin stuck his hand out and a glowing blue circle appeared, spinning fast as fuck. It gradually slowed down, revealing his weapon, the Sound Scythe. He grabbed it with both hands as he prepared to attack Oh-One... and then in the distance, about half a dozen robots fell outta the sky! They crashed into the ground so hard that Justin could feel it from over here. The dust cleared and it revealed several quadrupedal mechs in the shape of an artillery cannon... their weapons extended and began opening fire on them.

One round hit the ground next to Justin and it sent him rolling over, he looked up and saw that everything was going destroyed around him by the robots. Doesn't matter... because Oh-One was flying away from the scene towards the tower.

"Aw no, you don't!" Justin shouted as he began running in between the shots after Oh-One with his scythe ready.

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Isabella's kick managed to slice through the robot and cleave through the arm that had the massive plasma cannon. Its arm hit the ground and exploded instantly. Oh-Seven saw this as her chance to finally get the power stone! She flew directly towards it, sticking her arm at the tower and fired a rocket at it. It collided with the tower and blew a massive hole in it... and the power stone with water waves inside of it was revealed. Oh-Seven flew directly towards it, activating her quick boost to help her close the distance. However, the robot aimed it's oversized chaingun upwards and fired a barrage at her.

Most of the bullets missed but one massive round went directly through her stomach and left a massive hole and she yelped as she crashed into the tower. Fortunately, Oh-Seven was a robot and could survive these kinds of attacks. She hopped up to her feet as she reached for the power stone...

Meanwhile, the robot had activated its massive thrusters...

"... Bitch, where ya' think you goin'?" Jaden said as he teleported into the fight right above the robot. He grabbed onto both of his katanas as he slashed downwards and cut off the robot's other arm. It dropped to the ground and he saluted everyone. "Ya'll can thank me later, whoosh!" Jaden shouted as he ran up the tower towards the power stone.

However, the robot had one final card... out of its core several lights began to flash as if it was cracking. It violently convulsed as it erupted in a gigantic explosion that created a massive mushroom cloud... and it was enough to kick over Oh-One's tower over. The bottom section of it was evaporated in the explosion and it went falling downwards... towards the various people underneath it.

"Aw shit, later~!" Jaden shouted as he teleported away in a cloud of smoke.

Oh-Seven was about to grab the stone when the massive explosion knocked her completely off balance! She fell onto her shiny metal ass as she couldn't help but yelp. She felt the tower falling over... and the Power Stone flew downwards towards the ground.

"Damn it!"

Oh-Seven hissed as her feet transformed into thrusters and then she flew downwards to grab it before it was buried underneath the tower.

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

@Kuroakuma What type of face claims will we be using? Art/Anime or real?

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

@Kuroakuma I wouldn't mind filling whatever role goes unfilled. But I was aiming for occult club member.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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G O D O F F I R E & L I G N T N I N G
G O D O F F I R E & L I G N T N I N G

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Gorillaz - Doyathing Outro

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^{Little Marjoram > Seattle University}

^{Interactions:@fledermaus}

The day for Shango began like most days.

Passed out in a dumpster with one leg sticking out of it. Most nights Shango usually got drunk off his ass and passed out, and most days Shango spent it sleeping it off. Sometimes he ran out of alcohol and spent his days playing the drums for money. Of course, he always used it to buy alcohol and whatever he didn't spend he gave to charity. They always found it strange that a homeless man like Shango donated so much of his wealth to others. Heh, they should make an article about it.

Normally, he sleeps in the nearest dumpster but he always finds himself drawn to the Little Marjoram and its delightful dumpster. Even if Shango would rate the dumpster a 1/10, he'll take it over any other dumpster. Why you ask? Mostly because it pisses off Imentet or "Charlotte Buyer" as she calls herself. Usually, she would have run him out by now but she was probably busy.

However, he quickly became cognizant as he heard a bird flying up and he almost instinctively woke up. Because he was tired of flying rats shittin' on him while he was asleep. The mortals were going to start catching onto all the pigeons being zapped with lightning. His eyes shot open and the first thing he saw as a freaking crow with a rolled note in its mouth. It dropped its package on his face and Shango instinctively closed his eyes as he growled. It flew off as Shango took the note off his face and he sat up and unrolled the note.

"I swear if this the work of that bastard Odin..." Shango hissed to himself as he looked at it before his eyes opened. "... Oh, here we go again."

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A man wearing tattered clothes and quite honestly smelling bad walking into Seattle University like he owns the place is a sight. Shango stepped in with his hands in his pockets, wearing jeans, a white tank-top, sunglasses, tattered old Timberlands, and boots. He had a toothpick in between his teeth as he walked into the place where the Conclave was going to be. Which he was super excited... in case you didn't realize, he was not excited for it at all. Because the last Conclave was pretty stupid in his opinion and he was tempted to not even show up to this one. Only reason he showed up was the hope that they'll discuss something useful.

He pushed the doors open and quickly put his hands back in his pockets as he saw that a few Gods had already arrived. Fortunately, not one of the Greek Gods because Shango definitely didn't have a high opinion of them. It was apparent that The Morrigan was the one that called this Conclave... or someone else did and she just decided to rent out the place.

What an upstanding individual.

Shango put his foot upon one of the chairs and looked at her as he decided to cut to the chase. "What's the point of this Conclave, eh?" He started, "And please tell me it's not going to be like the last time when you tried to blame one of us for World War Two... I think you forgot we're trapped here in America 'til further notice."