Fallenreaper

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

I'm absolutely okay with that comparison.

@NeutralNexus

YAY! *snuggles a stuffed doll of the Cowl or Crowley*

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

@Fallenreaper, I just noticed you stopped calling my villain 'The Crowl'

*Sniff* I'm so proud...

@NeutralNexus

I would get at some point... just not sure how long before I did. XD

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It took me a minute to get it. But yeah the Crowl. Hmm I KNOW THE TRUTH!! His real name is Crowley!! The Demon in charge of Hell.

@VATROU

He does remind me of Crowley, namely as he's one of my favorite villain characters off Supernatural.

Arena Chat Thread

The debate is pretty silly because it has to come down to those that are particpating have to agree to the same or similar ideas to whatever they are trying to do.

Both would have to do more math or it won't work. Like I'm freeform to the core but trying to hang with the t1 crowd here seeing if there are people that are fun to game with.

But the point of it is, unless there is an understanding going in it will devolve into bs no matter what.

@Enki

I wouldn't go as far as say it's silly. Not the best topic maybe, but not silly because I'm actually enjoying reading and seeing the different sides of the debate as long it doesn't get heated. Debates of any sort is usually how I form thoughts, notes, etc about people in an OoC setting as well as learn about the arena itself. Example: I've only been in one rp, Kestrel's Library rp, where numbers have been applied in textual setting but it wasn't in the arena. So I got some information that I otherwise was ignorant of really.

I also enjoy the view points, thoughts, and explanation on it from different people on matter. It, surprisingly, gives me a lot information on those involved in the debate while seeing how they might react to my thoughts and how I view it. So far, at least for now, everyone's been a bit chilled about the whole thing. Though if you got a better topic to discuss, then now would be an ideal time to bring it up and share?

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

_{Location: Lost Haven, Maine- Little Ulster, Center for Disease Control and Prevention
Timeline: 1 week, and couple days later}

Racheli was pissed. Her heart seemed to swell with heat and vivid anger, enough that she straight up wanted to smack someone or thing and just release the pent up energy. She had been stuck here for a span of time. How long exactly, she couldn’t tell as one day melted into another making time slip into oblivion second by second. It was driving her up the wall slowly. The woman had been tested by every known kind of test produced by mankind, or at least it felt like it. Her spine was tapped ragged, her muscles jabbed by endless needles that often hit her very bone and nerves, and fluid collection of every type. Rach knew her limit was drawing nearer with each new torment she was forced through.

The worse part, it wasn’t the physical tests that seem to crease a deepening sense of discomfort growing in her core. It was the looks from the staff themselves. Their eyes softened with pity and worry, some even glistened with a spark of excitement that she chose not to guess came from. With every fiber she hated it and the fact she was forced to accept.

Racheli’s abilities had started to manifest the first day after her syncing. It was her magnetism that been the first to emerge as it attracted a metal spoon, causing the item to flicker off her tray and pinged her in the back of the head. Her skull was thick enough to withstand the pain but it still hurt enough to rile up her temper. That seemed to have a very terrible boosting effect to her emerging ability because all the metal within three feet started to suddenly lift and hover in place, their forms twisting out of shape thanks to her wrath. It was from that point on, Rach was placed in a glass holding area as all the metal items were neatly and quickly removed then replaced with plastic versions. She was starting to feel like she was on suicide watch for no apparent reason.

What day it was now, she had little to no idea. The irritation returned easily this time, Rach’s fingers balled up into a fist then slammed into her leg causing a soft, fleshy sound. Its sting quickly faded where she had hit, immediately feeling better. Where she smacked it hurt, sure, but not nearly as much as letting the emotions fester and boil over. Inhaling heavily, she slid off the man made cot and onto her bare feet. Her soles were chilled by the marble flooring as she padded along, edging toward the glass sealed ‘wall’ overviewing into her small set up.

She barely got two steps when a scent hit her like a semi-truck, stopping her in her tracks almost instantly.

Racheli’s feet squeaked backwards in instinct while her hands promptly came up to cover and clasped about her nose, sealing against the scents. Lemon, bleach and several other aromas she couldn’t fully identify made her stomach churn as her head erupted into pain. Her lungs seemed to have been scorched by the chemicals leaving Rach to vainly try to clear away the pain, her body retreated and settled back into her bed’s edge.

Attached to her chest was a small device made to remotely monitor her now racing heart rate and blood pressure. The small, thin wires were wove along her surface, most hidden under her current dress of a spare hospital gown and pants. Thankfully her outfit was about two sizes too big and hanging loosely off her frame, the numerous wrinkles giving her a sloppy appearance. She had already tied the pants the farthest they would go. However, she was sure it wasn’t enough since they threatened to slip from her hips and down to her thigh tops repeatedly. Already they starting to slip down again but stopped because she was seated.

Movement happened in her peripheral vision causing her head to jerk toward the source. Just outside her room were three CDC staff suiting up and collecting their things for another routine blood test, their eyes checking each other for malfunctions in their gear before they entered the sterilizing chamber. Two of them were hauling a cart each, one tray held everything required for her daily blood donation and the other was her lunch for afterwards. Cautiously they approached her as if she was some sort of wild lioness ready to devour them in a heartbeat. The funny and bitter fact, Rach mused darkly, was that she wasn’t in any condition to ‘maul’ anyone presently.

Despite her, and her unwanted guest’s words, the scientists refused to believe she wasn’t contagious anymore. Even when the virus himself told the numerous staff, nurses and doctors, they refused to listen as they played to their over cautious and instinctive fears. The whole thing was unnecessary.

When the suction released, Rach pushed off the edge again and pressed her soles into the cold floor toward the men.

"This should be fun..." Racheli grumbled under her breath.

Mass Effect: Borealis

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While it's undoubtedly not as bad as your illness, I've been incapacitated by the flu for the past two weeks or so. That shit really stifles my creativity.

@Hank

He lives, and poor thing!

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

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With mutant Hulk Lizards. Riding T-Rexes with laser eyes!

@VATROU

Subtle, real subtle.

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

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Injectible Booze. Yup. By a Villain.

@VATROU

Umm, Rach has the ability to magnetize and even control the needle metal. Add that onto her growing perception of taste, scent, hearing, touch, and even sight to that then tell me how exactly do you intend to inject her successfully? :p

Arena Chat Thread

Trust isn't always about if they are intentionally cheating. You can't trust me to know if someone who can punch through a brick wall could also lift a van with that same level of strength, as but one example. So that leaves me with rule of cool for what I think sounds right in my head. I'm fine with doing stuff like that, even if I'd probably just underestimate myself and have them fail.

@ImportantNobody

Some times your own judgement can actually be the only worthwhile aid. Namely if you're trying to be fair, honest, and truthful then aren't you still honoring the system of the arena even if you might be wrong? Effort, at least to me, usually counts more than success because it means you value honor more than actually whipping my ass and gaining bragging right.

To be perfectly bunt, you can't account or determine everything in the arena because it's a fantasy/textual setting. In addition, replies are points of views from PCs so it's the character's isn't it? They might not know this stuff either or even care and some people write from their PC's point of view. At least that's how I usually rp in arena is from my PC's point of view. Not sure about everyone else.

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

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Um. Booze??

@VATROU

I don't think Rach drinks enough tbh, she doesn't feel like she literally drinks until she passes out. Also she was a bartender so I think the drinking this is more occasional as you don't drink your production while on the job. :p (Is it bad I know my PC this much?!?)

Arena Chat Thread

Math isn't fucking cool.

@LeeRoy

Depends on what it is related to. However, in this case no it isn't.