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The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

@AvanhelsingMore like 90 10, but whatever makes you feel better.

As a side note, totally coming for you @Blue Demon.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

"Miss Grayson, I'm hurt."

S'tann put his hand over his heart. Her choice of words were quite bemusing to the devious Martian, who had earned the nickname "Satan" partially because of how he acted and partially because of how his name sounded in the English language. He didn't give two shits what anyone called him. It doesn't matter what anyone says about you.

They can call me whatever they want. All that matters is what I choose to be. S'tann thought. And today I chose to be a dick. Like most days. It's a proven fact that dicks get to have all the fun.

The half-breed stood up and looked as if she planned to leave. Heh, he'd managed to get her panties in a bunch with only a couple of words and a disguise. Riling people up was so simple these days. S'tann chuckled. "Honestly, you'd probably smell better covered in vomit. So really, I'm doing you a favor." Things were going according to plan. Fredrick looked to be as wet as a hooker in a thunderstorm. Mari was moments from keeling over in disgust. Yes, things were going nicely. That is, until Catboy McThiefson popped up out of literally no where and started rattling off more bullshit than you'd find on a cattle farm.

"It's one of my many talents." 'Fen' replied, slapping Jack's hand away with enough force to hurt. "If I were really S'tann, I would have-"

Legacy's threats were cut short by an all-too familiar arm wrapping itself around his shoulder. Fenris stroked S'tann's neck, nipping at his ear in a display that humans were suppose to find pleasurably. S'tann wanted to vomit. Actually, he wanted to snap his own neck and jump into the nearest pit of hell fire and burn for all eternity instead of maintaining contact with that insufferable bag of garbage currently touching him. S'tann stood as still as a statue, only freed from his hypnotic stance by Fen opening his mouth and whispering into Martian Boy's ear.

"I'm imagining the most efficient means of torturing you to death if you touch me again. I'm thinking of flaying off your skin and shoving your eyeballs up into your ass. Perhaps I'll cut off your testicles and feed them to you while I'm at it."

Legacy glanced around at the rest of the group for a brief moment, who seemed just as perplexed as S'tann at Fen's raunchy and shameless display. It was basically masturbation, if you gave it a thought. Which Mari did. Of course, the girl didn't even consider the possibility that no one wanted to hear her say it out loud. The mere notion of being a part of Fenris' self-pleasure was enough to make S'tann physically sick. "God, I hate that guy." He muttered. Fenris wasn't done. Ooooh no. He just had to push one last button. The incubus sauntered over to S'tann side and DARED to put his putrid lips on S'tann's utterly superior face, and leave his poison drool all over the Martian's cheek.

"GGAAAARRRGGHHH!"

S'tann let loose a wordless cry of livid anger and stupefied frustration. He planted his hands around his own throat, whipping them backwards and snapping Fake Fenris' neck. S'tann's body hit the floor in what appeared to be a lifeless heap. He waited a few seconds, letting the image sink into Fenris' mind in an effort to disturb the bastard's sleep tonight. After a time, the Martian snapped his neck back into place and rose to his feet. He made the seamless transition between Fenris' body and his own human form, a scowl firmly on his visage.

"Fuck you, bitch. And fuck everything about you. Fucker."

With that little outburst out of the way, S'tann turned heel and walked towards the exit. That's when he noticed the arrival of Kieran and wizard with the stupid face. Richard something or another. He decided to reply to the Kryptonian's question. "Oh look, more beta males. You're late; party's over. Nothing to see here." S'tann's scowl deepened, giving the wizard a double take.

He couldn't read Richard's mind.

That was infuriating.

S'tann quickly made his escape, density shifting through a nearby wall and exiting the mess hall. He immediately noticed a group of people gathered around a convulsing girl. In his peripheral vision, he briefly noted a boy near the scene screaming bloody murder. The Martian shoved his way through the crowd. "Get out of the way. Move it, morons. Move!" Legacy bent down to one knee, examining the victim. "Don't touch her. She's having a seizure." A student wearing a dark blue shirt informed Martian Boy. The phrase EMT-In-Training stitched on the front of his clothing told S'tann that the stranger probably knew what he was talking about. But human medicine was less than nothing compared to the power of a Man from Mars. "Do not think to command me, fool. I have power beyond your imagination." That's the second time I've said that this week. Great, now I have a catchphrase. Only imbeciles have catchphrases.

Legacy gently placed a hand on the girl's forehead. His eyes glowed red, and his fingers density-shifted into her skull. Once inside, they grew longer, making contact with the brain. Direct mental contact made telepathy leagues easier than a simple wireless connection. S'tann face contorted in concentration. He fought to break through the intruding electricity that had done this to her. He needed to correct the electrical cause ways between the brain and the muscles before she accidentally injured herself. It wasn't long before the girl stopped moving entirely. It was better to shut down her motor controls than allow her to hurt herself or someone else. Roughly twenty seconds later, the girl's eyes shot open and she took a sharp intake of air into her lungs. S'tann removed his hand from her skull, helping her to her feet.

"Are you alright?" The EMT asked. The girl nodded. "Thank you for helping m-" She started to speak, but stopped when she noticed that S'tann had disappeared. "Where'd he go?" Someone asked. "Who was that, anyway?"

S'tann, now in his native Martian form, floated above the campus. His robes fluttered about in the wind as he turned and looked towards the terrified boy. That's the alleged perpetrator. He was the most likely suspect for the attack; based on S'tann's telepathic scanning of the witnesses compared to his own readings of the girl's nervous system. S'tann closed his eyes, scanning the brain of the boy. A minor headache formed in the back of S'tann's skull as he searched Kyle's mind.

Then he broke through Kyle's natural mental defenses.

A mind panicked, guilty and afraid, unable to decide what he should do. It seemed the poor kid thought his days at Corrigan's were numbered. Well, he's not wrong. Not if I have anything to say about it. Legacy took off through the sky, landing next to this 'Kyle Lancaster.' He needed to find out why this boy attacked the other student, and he needed to bring him to justice.

That's what Manhunters do, right?

The Martian Boy's feet hit the grass with a thump. He approached Kyle, his eyes glowing a dark crimson. S'tann shot an elongating arm forward, grabbing Kyle by the jacket and tossing him to the ground. His fists grew three sizes larger. S'tann planted a foot on Kyle's chest, holding his massive fists up in a threatening manner. "You have a grand total of three seconds to explain what the hell is going on before I break your nose and knock you out cold." Unbeknownst to S'tann, all Kyle had to do to free himself was touch the Martian's skin. Although starting a fight with the nephew of Martian Manhunter was not generally recommended.

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"Miss Grayson, I'm hurt."

S'tann put his hand over his heart. Her choice of words were quite bemusing to the devious Martian, who had earned the nickname "Satan" partially because of how he acted and partially because of how his name sounded in the English language. He didn't give two shits what anyone called him. It doesn't matter what anyone says about you.

They can call me whatever they want. All that matters is what I choose to be. S'tann thought. And today I chose to be a dick. Like most days. It's a proven fact that dicks get to have all the fun.

The half-breed stood up and looked as if she planned to leave. Heh, he'd managed to get her panties in a bunch with only a couple of words and a disguise. Riling people up was so simple these days. S'tann chuckled. "Honestly, you'd probably smell better covered in vomit. So really, I'm doing you a favor." Things were going according to plan. Fredrick looked to be as wet as a hooker in a thunderstorm. Mari was moments from keeling over in disgust. Yes, things were going nicely. That is, until Catboy McThiefson popped up out of literally no where and started rattling off more bullshit than you'd find on a cattle farm.

"It's one of my many talents." 'Fen' replied, slapping Jack's hand away with enough force to hurt. "If I were really S'tann, I would have-"

Legacy's threats were cut short by an all-too familiar arm wrapping itself around his shoulder. Fenris stroked S'tann's neck, nipping at his ear in a display that humans were suppose to find pleasurably. S'tann wanted to vomit. Actually, he wanted to snap his own neck and jump into the nearest pit of hell fire and burn for all eternity instead of maintaining contact with that insufferable bag of garbage currently touching him. S'tann stood as still as a statue, only freed from his hypnotic stance by Fen opening his mouth and whispering into Martian Boy's ear.

"I'm imagining the most efficient means of torturing you to death if you touch me again. I'm thinking of flaying off your skin and shoving your eyeballs up into your ass. Perhaps I'll cut off your testicles and feed them to you while I'm at it."

Legacy glanced around at the rest of the group for a brief moment, who seemed just as perplexed as S'tann at Fen's raunchy and shameless display. It was basically masturbation, if you gave it a thought. Which Mari did. Of course, the girl didn't even consider the possibility that no one wanted to hear her say it out loud. The mere notion of being a part of Fenris' self-pleasure was enough to make S'tann physically sick. "God, I hate that guy." He muttered. Fenris wasn't done. Ooooh no. He just had to push one last button. The incubus sauntered over to S'tann side and DARED to put his putrid lips on S'tann's utterly superior face, and leave his poison drool all over the Martian's cheek.

"GGAAAARRRGGHHH!"

S'tann let loose a wordless cry of livid anger and stupefied frustration. He planted his hands around his own throat, whipping them backwards and snapping Fake Fenris' neck. S'tann's body hit the floor in what appeared to be a lifeless heap. He waited a few seconds, letting the image sink into Fenris' mind in an effort to disturb the bastard's sleep tonight. After a time, the Martian snapped his neck back into place and rose to his feet. He made the seamless transition between Fenris' body and his own human form, a scowl firmly on his visage.

"Fuck you, bitch. And fuck everything about you. Fucker."

With that little outburst out of the way, S'tann turned heel and walked towards the exit. That's when he noticed the arrival of Kieran and wizard with the stupid face. Richard something or another. He decided to reply to the Kryptonian's question. "Oh look, more beta males. You're late; party's over. Nothing to see here." S'tann's scowl deepened, giving the wizard a double take.

He couldn't read Richard's mind.

That was infuriating.

S'tann quickly made his escape, density shifting through a nearby wall and exiting the mess hall. He immediately noticed a group of people gathered around a convulsing girl. In his peripheral vision, he briefly noted a boy running away from the scene screaming bloody murder. The Martian shoved his way through the crowd. "Get out of the way. Move it, morons. Move!" Legacy bent down to one knee, examining the victim. "Don't touch her. She's having a seizure." A student wearing a dark blue shirt informed Martian Boy. The phrase EMT-In-Training stitched on the front of his clothing told S'tann that the stranger probably knew what he was talking about. But human medicine was less than nothing compared to the power of a Man from Mars. "Do not think to command me, fool. I have power beyond your imagination." That's the second time I've said that this week. Great, now I have a catchphrase. Only imbeciles have catchphrases.

Legacy gently placed a hand on the girl's forehead. His eyes glowed red, and his fingers density-shifted into her skull. Once inside, they grew longer, making contact with the brain. Direct mental contact made telepathy leagues easier than a simple wireless connection. S'tann face contorted in concentration. He fought to break through the intruding electricity that had done this to her. He needed to correct the electrical cause ways between the brain and the muscles before she accidentally injured herself. It wasn't long before the girl stopped moving entirely. It was better to shut down her motor controls than allow her to hurt herself or someone else. Roughly twenty seconds later, the girl's eyes shot open and she took a sharp intake of air into her lungs. S'tann removed his hand from her skull, helping her to her feet.

"Are you alright?" The EMT asked. The girl nodded. "Thank you for helping m-" She started to speak, but stopped when she noticed that S'tann had disappeared. "Where'd he go?" Someone asked. "Who was that, anyway?"

S'tann, now in his native Martian form, floated above the campus. His robes fluttered about in the wind as he turned and looked towards the Academic Quadrangle. That's where the alleged perpetrator ran. He was the most likely suspect for the attack; based on his telepathic scanning of the witnesses compared to his own readings of the girl's nervous system. S'tann closed his eyes, scanning the brains of everyone nearby. A killer migraine formed in the back of S'tann's skull as he searched.

Then he found him.

A mind, panicked, guilty and afraid, running towards the Quadrangle. Legacy took off through the sky, pursuing this 'Kyle Lancaster.' He needed to find out why this boy attacked the other student, and he needed to bring him to justice.

That's what Manhunters do, right?

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Updated my relationship sheet to include the noobs. As a side note, more than half of S'tann's relationships are frenemies. So one dimensional; I love it.

I'll probably start a reply tonight, dunno if I'll finish it though.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

I'm doing homework and stuff. That's usually what I spend my weekends doing..

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

@Facepunch Cap needs to visit Valkyrie first soooooooo.... when you make your choice can you chose someone else. I believe @Gowi might be waiting specifically for Avengers ( I can visit him after Valkyrie if you had someone in mind ).

@Sep

@Gowi@Dedonus@Bright_Ops@Natty@Drewvonawesome Which one of you is open to an Avengers visit from Hyperion instead of Captain America?

The act of joining an RP that has been running for months...

It mostly depends upon how friendly the players are and how much they're willing to accept new people. My favorite RP atm was running for a year before I showed up. They were able to compress and summarize what had happened in a manner that was easy to understand and were willing to answer any questions I had about the lore/setting.

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

Harvey was no stranger to violence. He was one of Lost Haven's finest, after all. But he had never seen a scene as grotesque or as gruesome in all of his days as the one unfolding before him. The massive, headless corpse of Demolition had collapsed into the police station, smashing a third of the structure underneath his massive cadaver. Blood poured out from his throat where the head had been severed from the poor fool's shoulders and threatened to flood what little remained of Lost Haven Central. A few surviving police officers were digging out an intern trapped underneath a pile of rubble nearby. Supercell was attempting to remove the dark matter spikes from Skull-Thrasher's now limp body. Aban Ali Sahar assured Boom that Skull would be fine; he only needed to regenerate the missing chunks of brain tissue to be revived. Skyquake pulled herself out of the totaled police cruiser Umbraxis had thrown her into. She didn't stop to mourn her fallen friends, instead she chose to assist the police in saving what few innocent bystanders that they could. She seemed strong; but the hot tears streaming down her cheeks made it clear that she was grieving.

Thunderbolt looked at the chaos all around him. His ears were ringing, and blood dripped from his torn costume onto the dirty marble floor. Harvey's eyes followed the blood streaming to his feet. He'd seen so much blood today, he'd grown numb to the sight of it. After a moment, he noticed the pool of blood had obscured something written on the floor. The superhero bent down and wiped away the blood, dust and debris. It was the symbol of the Lost Haven Police Department. An eagle perched on a tree limb, inside of a star. Three words sat at the bottom of the image: Protect, Serve, Sacrifice. Thunderbolt's heart dropped. The heroes of Lost Haven had been attacked. Their home had been desecrated by an invader, who's intentions were so foul and sinister that no mind on earth could comprehend them. The worst part, however, was that it was Harvey's fault. He and his sister had brought this upon these heroes. They, in all of their bravado, had chosen a fight that they could not win. All that was left was to hope beyond hope that Icon could defeat this enemy before it consumed everything in its path.

But what if he couldn't?

Who would stop Umbraxis the Destroyer?

An explosion rocked the building, tossing Harvey from his thoughts like a violent tempest. He moved outside, catching a glimpse of Icon as Umbraxis laid into him. The sliver and blue clad hero was on his knees and struggling to stand. He looked from Icon to Umbraxis, the galactic threat preparing another dark matter attack. Harvey had seen what the last one did to Icon; it was likely he wouldn't stand up if that hit him one more time. "Boom!" Thunderbolt yelled at the top of his lungs. His sister ran to his side, eyes locked on the fight. "What do we do?" She asked. "We need to get tall, dark and ugly's attention before he hits Icon again. Perferably without taking a bullet in the process. You game?" Boom responded with a smile. "Let's do this." Thunderbolt took in a deep breath of air. Anxiety mixed with adrenaline, simultaneously clearing Harvey's thoughts and clouding them with doubt. The two speedsters shot forward, two trails of glowing lightning behind them. They unleashed a thousand punches a second on the villainous powerhouse, barely staggering him. They managed to distract him long enough for Skyquake to make her own appearance, delivering a devastating haymaker to his head. That one did a bit better than the speedsters' attempts, but only by a short margin. "Icon! Hit him!" May bellowed. Her suggestion seemed redundant, because Icon had already charged in and hit Umbraxis like a train crash. That one seemed to knock Umbraxis down for a couple of seconds.

Yay us.

“Let’s take him.” Icon interjected. "Together."

Boom made the first move. She charged forward, her fist covered in streaks of lightning, bashing Umbraxis in the face. Skyquake and Icon (presumably) followed behind her, launching an assault on Space Death. Harvey, however, stood his ground. He couldn't move. His heart was beating a million times a minute. He tried to dart forward; to join his sister and the other heroes, hitting Umbraxis with everything he had. But something inside of Harvey told him that he could do more. There must be some way to really put the hurt on this son of a bitch.

That's when Harvey had an idea.

Thunderbolt sprinted back into the police department, grabbing the newly freed Skull-Thrasher and Supercell and dragging them outside. "I need you to create an airburst powerful enough to contain an explosion the size of Hiroshima." Aban looked at Thunderbolt like a madman. "Are you insane?" He hissed, battle raging behind the three of them. "A bomb of that size could level Sherman Square and the Financial district simultaneously!" Thunderbolt nodded. "I'm aware. But if you can create wind forces of adequate power, we can trap all of that force within this one block. Theoretically, that would double the strength of the explosion within such a small area." Supercell shook his head furiously. "It ain't a bad plan." Skull-Thrasher added. "This block's already rubble. Just need your friend over there to clear any remaining civies and it might just work." Supercell looked between the two of them for a few moments, before finally sighing. "I think I can do it. Skull-Thrasher, inform the others of our plan."

Supercell slowly floated into the air, the wind obeying Aban's every command. The sky flashed bright and dark clouds formed over the battlefield. Rain drenched Lost Haven, a record-breaking storm system appearing out of nowhere over the city simply because Supercell told it to. "I am a force of nature." Supercell boomed. Lightning sliced through the sky, causing the sheets of rain to glow a brilliant blue for but a brief second before the light disappeared again. The wind started to pick up. It wouldn't be long before the wind reached speeds close to 600 miles per hour, double that of the fastest recorded natural winds. Yet the damage caused by these winds is minimal: for Supercell controlled every atom within that storm. Nothing happened without his say so. Buildings were torn to shreads, rubble thrown about in every direction. Boom and Thunderbolt raced across the effected area, evacuating every living thing in a dozen seconds without any injures. "We're taking off the training wheels, so to speak." Skull-Thrasher screamed over the roar of the storm. "All this has been child's play. Anybody can throw an eighteen wheeler around. But this? This is Vanguard baby! Oorah!" He yelled after explaining the plan to Icon and Skyquake (when they weren't busy being thrown around by Umbraxis, that is.)

Thunderbolt and Boom stood on top of a building overlooking the tornado. Harvey had just finished explaining the plan to Laura, who had responded only with silence. "We don't know if you can survive something like that." She finally said. "What..What if you- you die?" Her concerns were legitimate. Harvey had never pushed himself like this before. For all Thunderbolt new, the run itself would tear his skin off. "I have to try." He said. "I told you when we started that a day like this would come. A day when I needed to give my all, perhaps even my life, to protect the people I love." A tear rolled down Harvey's cheek, his sister quickly embracing him. The two held onto the hug for around half a minute. Harvey broke it off, taking a step away from Laura. "I've gotta go. It'll take me around...4 minutes to run around the globe and hit the bastard at full speed." With that, Thunderbolt was off. Boom stepped to the edge of the building and simply waited.

This would be one hell of a show.

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

Hmm. Alright. I'll post what I have now and if he objects I'll make the necessary changes.

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

@nitemare shape@NeutralNexus How would you two feel if I wrapped up this fight in my next post? It'd end in something of a draw, with all participants looking as badass as possible (hopefully.)