Fallenreaper

Mass Effect: Borealis

You all are over cautious!

Mass Effect: Borealis

Normal mission vote for first: Assassinate Blue Suns Officer.

Loyalty mission vote for first: Drono's.

Mass Effect: Borealis

I'm going to start work on a Tonka post tomorrow, and if you guys can all pitch in votes for what you want to do next of what's been submitted (my post as well as the loyalty missions that were submitted), we'll get going from there!

@Dervish

Ummm, I think it might be ideal to select missions near Omega then expend outward. It might be helpful as well for those on a 'time' limit.

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

Or not. Since for some reason my computer is not allowing me to type normally. I can't type with multiple keystrokes. So backspace and words with double letters are difficult to write out. Tried fixing it through settings and all that, but no luck

@nitemare shape

Just for NMS' sake, I'm moving this here. However, NMS, you might want to ask a Mod to remove the OoC comments from the IC.

Over

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Samad & Cade & Maeve
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Location: in public restroom

Everything became a mess of water, sound and alchemy when the bomb went off, drenching both men in a liquid best left where it originated. Thankfully, much to their relief, the metal walls muffled the sound. Instead of an ear deafening sound, it allowed only the slightest tremor to vibrate outside the restroom and throughout the ship. It was doubtful but with any luck, the bloodlines wouldn’t draw attention to it or the fact it originated from within a public restroom. At least for now.

This matter, however, wasn’t true for Samad and Cade.

Samad was sitting, exhausted, upon the closed lid. The bowl’s upper lip was blackened from the explosion and the metal extremely dented in several areas showing that he had used the bowl to isolate the result, mostly. Water continued to run along the surface to the floor as it collected nearby his shoes, the back of his pant legs getting more wet than the rest of him. His torso was hunched over with his head cradled in his hands, and nausea rippled through his figure like a twisting, living thing in his stomach. On the verge of vomiting his leftover lunch, Samad felt his chest hurt from the rattling of his endless heart. It thumped with the speed of a V-8 engine. Each beat felt like it was about a milion miles per hour and he was sure it would burst from his body. His lungs fared no better, his breathing short and rapid with each inhale as if he was out of breathe though he hadn’t moved at all from his stationary position. Sweat glided across his skin making it hot and cold to the touch, trying to cool off his internal body temperature but it was failing.

Abruptly, his right arm whipped out and slammed a fist against the stall with surprising power. In sheer fortune, the alchemy pushed into his movement was hampered by his mind’s watered down focus. So there was little damaged from his outburst and virtually no evidence upon the stall wall. Even the sting in his hand hadn’t been as painful as Samad expected, his arm retracted to allow him to examine his hand idly. The outline was warped and twisted, becoming hazy in his vision with each movement. Samad’s eyes widened in surprise causing his head to shift upward and away when his nausea clenched at his stomach again.

His vision shifted to spy Cade’s condition. Samad knew something was wrong, he knew the bomb didn't go off and react like a normal one. Namely because there was gas that spilt all over the pace followed by the bomb. Now that it had cleared, Samad felt strange and out of place.

His eyes noticed that Cade was laying against the door, flat on his back and gradually coming to. The explosion, minor as it had been, had managed to knock the younger Asylum upon his ass and he immediately fell to his back. Water seeped into his usually tidy shirt and pants as he groaned in pain. Gradually, Cade’s torso twisted about to pull himself off the floor. For a moment he thought he had died and it sent a sickening, terrible dread to flood his mind. Instinctively he took account of his well being.

His body was cold, almost like ice, causing him to shiver more and his right foot reached over to pull himself upright. The shoe pressed down then skidded out from under him. His face immediately met the tile as he smacked the surface hard, each second seemingly to take minutes to happen but he couldn’t stop it. Even the pain felt surreal. The air itself wrapped about him, sealing him in some thick, plastic substance he couldn’t see, touch or affect. Unable to get up, Cade just laid there trying to collect his focus. His body curled into a ball and gingerly pressed his fingers to his now bleeding nose. The red dripping down his busted lip to stain his shirt.

”Cade…” Samad began to speak again, struggling not to vomit in mid-sentence.

”What?” Cade answered quietly. His hand came away red and wiped it on his chest when he flopped onto his back, breathing slowly to prevent the anxiety attack creeping up on him. His arms and legs fell into a spread eagle style as he was too fucked up to get to his feet. It was best to remain down upon his back or he was going to keep getting hurt.

”Cade….” Samad repeated himself, trying to think, and finally tossed the words up. ”What the fuck…happened?”

”There was something...something funny about that bomb. I’m...we’re fucked up, Sam.” Cade commented with a certainty unlike normal, feeling the blood trickle into the back of his throat. He didn’t feel like applying his alchemy, his mind altering his ability to think clearly and merely made him giggle slightly. Despite the lacking pain, he felt like he would be perfectly fine just not healing.

“Asshole, it’s not funny.” Samad spat, irritated at Cade’s lighthearted tone with the situation.

Samad’s leg bounced in place while he continued to sit on the toilet lid, his energy building up enough that it made him restless. With cautious effort, the older Asylum braced himself against the stall wall. His feet shifted to get under him and push him to stand up, his outstretched arm using the wall to guide him toward the doctor. He paused long enough to release his stomach contents at the first urinal then move forward again. The sour taste in the back of his throat, Samad used his sleeve to wipe away the vomit.

“Cade...Cade come on, we have to...fuck what is that word?” Samad asked, his fingers rubbing his temple as he tried to recollect what it was that they were suppose to do.

Samad reached down a hand for Cade to grip, his partner idly spacing out causing the Iranian to snap again. “Quite being a little shit and get up!”

Cade just gave him a goofy smile, his blond hair plastered to his head as he shook it no. Samad glared at Cade and tried not to dry heave when the world started to become a mixture of colors, shapes and worse, all around him. His legs spread out to try to balance himself only to feel his legs spreading too far into opposite directions. He cried out in both pain and surprise, quickly leaning to one side then going down onto one knee promptly, hitting hard into the tile while he fell onto all fours. Again, the room spun. The motion itself brought him down to lay upon his side against the wall and slowly breathe through the intense headache coming on.

Samad made a silent promise. If he ever, EVER found the shithead that created those bombs… he was personally going to strangle them.

Maeve shoved her way past the crowds, thanking the gods that they were all afraid of her. She thought she had seen Illana hanging around the bathrooms. Regardless if she had or not, it was a good place to start. The door of the bathrooms slammed open and Maeve groaned in disappointment and frustration. “Damn it. I don’t need you two pricks.” She strode quickly over to the two of them, laying on the ground. Samad appeared to be in pain, while Cade was enjoying himself. “Alright. Which of you know where Illana went? Or any female willing to sleep with me because she wants to not because I scare her because I’m a godsdamned Asylum, dog of AMRO and blah, blah blah.”
“Who are you calling a prick?” Samad snapped when he noted Maeve in the room for the first time. She had been there, even opened the door, but he hadn’t realized she was actually there until she spoke. His mood was already twisting into irritation while he tried to hoist himself upright. Samad’s knees were wobbly as his hand slipped from underneath him and nearly plowed his face into the tile.

Cade’s mouth was drier than a desert as he tried to focus. Gingerly his body managed to turn upon his side and that was it, he no longer wanted to put forth any more effort into the task. Personally he was comfortable right here and it wasn’t so bad to merely stay laying down. “Teehee...Asylum dog.”

“Just shut the fuck up Cade. You fucked this up to begin with!” Samad barked at his partner then turned to Maeve. “All I know is the bomb went off, we’re feeling fucked up and now we need help getting the hell out of here. Now you can help or leave and go chase some lesbian tail elsewhere. Keep in mind, I’m pretty sure there’s still some undiscovered bombs out there and shouldn’t we be trying to find them?”

“You. The guy lying on the ground. And your high friend. Pricks.” Maeve spoke absent mindly, wondering if there were any of the Asylum teams left with women who would sleep with her. Then it finally forced it’s way through her mind the situation they were in. “Fuck.” She spat. “Fine. I’ll help you get up. But you help me get laid later.” She walked over to Samad, hauling him up on his feet.“Your friend we’re gonna need something stronger.. Like a cold shower.”

”After calling us pricks, I’ll debate on that.” Samad stated, taking the hand and came wobbly upright. His other hand reached, twice, for his cane then used it to support his leg. Already the pain was returning as he looked at his leg, debating if he had flared up an old wound again.

Maeve blinked her eyes in innocent confusion. “Are you women? If not, you have pricks and thus you are pricks. Really, it’s simple logic.”

His vision danced as it seemed things’ outlines were doubled then were made solid with each movement, killing his sense of depth radically. Samad’s grip tightened over Maeve’s support as his head turned to Cade. His partner was still giggling and smiling stupidly, causing the Persian to deeply frown. “Cade, focus. Get Up. Now.”

“Can’t, tried… My legs… hahaa, they feel all jello-y!” Cade popped out and tried to rise, only to fall back down. His eyes seeming distracted by something random floating through the air.

“Fuck...If I ever get my hands on the shit stain that did this… I’m going to rip him a new ass.” Samad commented in his moodiness. “Don’t you have a partner that could help?”

Maeve paused for a moment, something tickling at the back of her mind. Something bad. “Shit! She’s in room 127. Go get her. I’ll take care of your higher than a kite friend, and you just make sure to hustle her as fast as possible towards me if her she starts saying weird genocidal things and her eyes flash white. If I go out there, I’ll be distracted by all the pieces of ass flashing about. You, however, won’t be.” She made a shooing motion. Go on, I’ll take care of him. He’s not my type.”

“Little issue with that… I can barely stand upright, let alone see straight.” Samad said, his fingers tightening about his cane and using it to support him upright. He barely managed to keep himself upright through it wasn’t impossible to make it, he assumed when the through brushed by his mind.

“And here I thought that Kian’s were tougher than this.” Maeve grumbled.

“And I thought Asylums didn’t trust others besides their partners? At least the good ones.” Samad snapped back.

Maeve chuckled grimly. “Trust me. You couldn’t hurt her if she’s as bad as the symptoms I gave you. Besides. I’m not like the crazy toddler or her psycho keeper. I won’t stab your friend, you won’t rape mine, we’ll all be fine. You have my word. Is é mo focal mo banna. My word is my bond. Go. I’ll take care of your friend.”

Samad just growled in frustration. His hand leaned heavily against his sword cane while he used his other hand used the wall to guide him, honestly not sure where to start. The corridor was twisting and warping in his vision as he swallowed the dry heaves edging to his throat. It seemed to take forever to reach the place indicated by Maeve, his voice muttering numerous insults about the whore being anything but a woman. He slowly edged into the room. “Hello, are you there?”

Carefully, he edged deeper into the room as his cane lead the way.

Kiara sat rocking on the bed, hands clasped tightly to her head. The voice was still pounding away, trying to break through her defenses.WEAK! the voice howled, slamming against her mind again. She bit back a cry of pain, barely hearing someone call out.

“Stay away! Leave! I don’t want to-argh!” She cried out as the voice slammed into her again. WEAK!

Samad wasn’t an idiot and knew when someone was mentally struggling against something, or one, coming uninvited into the mind. He was taught it when he was about seven, a year before he became ARMO’s dog, and that training was continued into the future with less gentle methods. Inhaling shortly, he pushed himself toward the young woman and touched her gently. “Breathe, slowly. Think of a wall boxing in your most important aspect of your mind. Visualize it and your thoughts will withdraw into a group, hidden behind a wall for your first line of defense.”

Kiara’s clothing flashed white briefly. ”Kian.” She hissed. ”I killed the last fools who attacked my fa-NO. YOU ARE WEAK. YOU WILL NO-- This. Is. My. Body. You. Are. Unwelcome. You will not kill another!” Kiara began to build the wall Samad spoke of, attempting to ignore the howling voice.

The older asylum didn’t react to her display, either she would hear and listen or she would break. This method was a common practice in his family and one he showed without prejudice to anyone he considered in need of help and a lesson in real life. It wasn’t kind ever without a reason to break you.

“Breathe, in and out. Now, make a crack or door. Edge out and build another wall, brick by brick. If you sense pressure, pull back and wait then try again.” Samad continued in a surprisingly calm and firm voice, void of his usual coldness. However, he was still frowning over her uncalled for aggression.

Kiara breathed in and out, listening to his words. Brick by brick, bit by bit, she began to craft her walls. Occasionally she would lose control and flash white, ranting about the deaths she would visit upon him, his family, and AMRO. Bit by bit, she beat back the voice in her skull.

Her words were starting to grit on his unusually thin patience, his eyes closed to focus himself to push them away. It wasn’t easy with his drug induced mood and for a moment, he considered pulling out his sword and ending it. The only difficult thing was proving it wasn’t him that had murdered and not having ARMO on his ass or worse, Maeve not killing his own partner. He survived the link break once, but he doubted it was possible a second time. Making himself play nice, Samad tried to reach out to Cade through their link.

That action was about as helpful as punching a brick wall with his bare hand, the silence almost as painful. Cade wasn’t going to be of any use to him now. Not in the state he had left him and that made him grit his teeth when he leaned into her. His forehead touched her skin, providing a base to reality then a focus point to draw from. His hand gripped her arm to steady his balance by using her to ground him.

It was times like this he missed Elisa. Her face seeped into his mind and replaced the cursing, threatening Peralta bitch in front of him. Pushing himself into the emotions swirling around his mind in order to sooth his pain, Samad let them fill his next words when he spoke. “Come on, you can do it. This is your mind, not theirs. It’s you who hold the power there and it’s your realm. So show them who’s the real threat and why fucking with you was the worst mistake they ever made.”

Kiara slowly beat back the voice in her head, breathing slower and rocking back and forth less as the howling, screeching, voice slipped back deep into her mind. She finally stilled, opening her eyes to see the man gripping her arm. “Thank you.” She spoke softly, leaning back slightly.

“Did she hurt you? Do anything? I imagine she shouted hateful things. You’re a Kian after all. I apologize for if she said anything hurtful or actually hurt you.”

Samad blinked, his eyes stinging and Kiara’s words were lost in the image that filled his vision at the moment. His mind was already starting to play tricks while Elisa emerged in her place, his mind trying to piece together when it had happened and how he could’ve missed it. His hand tightened briefly only to completely release and stepped back in surprise. Samad’s skin was pale from seeing a ghost from his past, his head trying to shake the image loose while he turned away.

“It’s...it’s alright. I stopped feeling hurt or anything when I became ARMO’s dog, so it’s no big deal. And I was an Kian, I’m not now. Just like you’re no longer a Peralta.” He said, not looking at her.

Kiara shifted uncomfortably, the feeling she felt before returning as the pain left. “It doesn’t matter to her. The fact you’re a dog of AMRO only makes it worse.” A pretty one too… She shook her head to shake the thought. “How did you find me? Only Maeve and I were in here when we found the bomb.”

“And what are you? Last I checked, you weren’t exactly free. Maeve rushed into the bathroom looking for some female to bed, ended up finding my partner and me in the bathroom. We had just finished up disarming a bomb which-” Samad felt the room spin again. His hand tightened against the cane but it didn’t seem to help him retain his balance as he crumbled to one knee, his right hand rushed to stop anything from rushing forward onto the floor. Damn it, he screamed in his head then tried to rise a bit only to fall back down to one knee.

“Shit… I’m not fully sure what the hell it did, but I’m fucked up because of it. I have to get back to Cade before his current stupidity gets on your partner’s nerves and she leaves him to drown in the two inches water covering the restroom’s floor. I doubt I’ll live through his death, like I did yours.”

“Did she give her word? If she did, she won’t abandon him. Not even if he tried to kill her.” Kiara got up, going over to Samad’s side and helping him up. Kiara frowned, looking at Samad. “I’m not dead though. We’ve never been partners. What are you…” She trailed off, looking at Samad’s eyes. In a heartbeat all her well thought out plans and ideas to get back with Maeve and find out what was going on were swept away in a rush of lust. Without thinking, she pressed herself against Samad, kissing him.

Samad shuddered, his mind numbed by the kiss. His lips pressed against whom he thought was Elisa, his mind filling in the gaps and slowly he started to return it. Hands pressed against the curves while he pulled back toward the bed. His legs crumbling underneath himself and pulling Kiara over his hips, letting her straddle him. Her scent, soft skin and everything filled his senses as he gave into his baser desire, his mind focused on nothing but the woman he had long ago lost and thought was gotten over.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyamis and Amaryllis, Courtyard

Lyamis heard Myrn mutter something, causing his eyebrow to raise in question. His eyes watcher her place her book away and seem to follow his advice in not pestering the Matriarch until he heard her mutter something. The male naga’s expression almost flinched in reaction to her next actions, wondering why he thought she would understand and actually behave. His sight turned to watch the weather old Naga, her skin bleached white from the underground and lack of sun, pull back her waist length hair. The platinum colored strands shifted gently to the side while she looked over the young wood elf before her.

"Greetings, Matriarch. I hope you and your people are well. I know you all intend to leave the college, and..." The woman looked as if she was about to break some important promise to Mayra’s brother when she looked over to Lyamis, the male showing slight signs of embarrassment over her next actions. Quietly, Amaryllis listened to the concerns pouring out abruptly without restraint.
"Have you considered taking up the college's hospitality and staying here? I'm certain they can arrange some way for the naga to earn their keep. War is coming, demons from the Inferno are rallying their forces against the college, no, the entire world. I cannot say I know the motives of the Yarosmere were, but I fear that if they learn of your survival, they may attempt to attack you again, or convince others to attack you. I understand that the naga as slow to adapt to new situations, but if they return to their old ways your troubles will only come back, stronger than before. And even you cannot deny that the naga are not strong enough right not to fend off another attack by any forces, be it demons, monsters, or men. If they must go into hiding, surely they could do so with the protection of their allies?"

Quickly the woman realized her mistake, her next words made to apologize. "I... I do not mean to offend, Matriarch. It's just... As a Vaan'Dred, a historian, I have seen great people similar to the naga. I have learned how they met their end. And while death may come to us all, that's no reason not to continue living. The naga have so much more they could be capable of. An unknown, bountiful future ahead of them. I wish to see them flourish and prosper. I would hate to see only their shadows as they vanish into the sands of time."

Amaryllis sighed, listening to the young woman and replied. “The Naga are a hardy breed. We’ve faced much worse in our past and still progress, but times are changing. As a people, we can’t remain the same forever. However change must come gradually, unlike what you and Lyam have come to believe. Too quickly, and is the cost worth the price in the end? Thousands of death over the heads of those who have managed to survive?”

Her eyes widened and made wiser through the ages stared over her people with a sorrowful gaze. “I wish it was easy, I do, but it’s not. Life isn’t smooth or easy to overcome ages of conditioning, tradition, and more. To attempt to force change too soon could risk a division. Take Mar’s young… daughter, her existence means Naga are able to breed what some might consider abominations or monsters worse than demon, something worth extermination. A tainting of what we are. This will time to adjust to and sadly, if the issue of conflict is present then it’s only likely to fester.”

Amaryllis, or called Amar by others, looked toward Lyamis. Her next words seemed to suggest he wasn’t fully acceptable of the move or the refusal of taking aid from the college, through in the end he had accepted it. “You’re not the only one opposed to my final decision, but rest assure we won’t be completely isolated like before. I’m fully aware of the threats coming to purge our kin from the world and change will come. It will gradually, but will happen.”

Lyn, Orchard

Lyn spotted the bright yellow ring, her smile widen she spoke about it. “Rurik gives out excellence gifts and rewards in exchange for goods trade, aid, or for a good price. I might be basis as I often get a candied sweet or trinket whenever I visit his cart. He also have some pretty fabric for clothing making if you’re ever interested. The college has some good seamstresses who would be willing to make some tunics and breeches for a few favors.”

When Helena pointed out her mention of not being able to cook, Lyn lowered her eyes as if the fact was something to be ashamed of it. Her boot twisted about the dirt while she smiled sheepishly. “No and could you teach me? “

She watched Helena extend a hand then jerked back, surprised at the vampire’s temperature. “Fuck, you’re cold,”

Keri was amused by the woman’s reaction as well, her voice chuckled softly. “I should have warned you that I have a really low body temperature. Sorry about that Helena. I guess I forget that other humans can't stand the cold very well.”

Lyn giggled to see Helena jerk, uttering about how cold Keri was, then nodded. “I know the feeling. My body temperature is much lower than a normal person so touching Keri is like embracing ice. It takes a few minutes longer for me to warm up through, It will pass in a bit, just rub your hand.”

That’s when Annabeth pipped in. "I'm a pretty good baker. And if you want, I could bring it to Tyrael later. He tends to go to Underhaven a lot so I can give it to him during work."

Lyn paused to think. She still wanted to learn, but giving uncle Tyrael a rottenly made pastry wasn’t something she wanted to do and she pondered the option in her head. After a few moments, she bite her lip and gave in. “I don’t want to give him a crappy treat but I don’t want to create more work for you. It might be better if we make it together and that way, it won’t become a mushy mess?’

"How many berries did you get Lyn? If you have enough, we could make it into something easy like a pie. Or we can make it into a jam and go from there." Annabeth asked.

Again, Lyn thought then answered honestly. “Not much, sadly. I was just collecting some when I ended up losing one in Helena’s hair and stopped picking. My basket is barely filled. Can you help?”

Mass Effect: Borealis

I think I'm going to sit out on making the loyalty missions and just join them. I look forward to all the shenanigans we can get into together with what we have as they all look really fun.

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

<Snipped quote by DearTrickster>

I'll have a reply by Sunday.

@NeutralNexus

Yay!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Fallenreaper Buwa ha ha ha! I just posted for Annabeth, and now you have not one, not two, but THREE things to reply to! MUWA HA HA HA!

@Lucius Cypher

And that's a bad thing?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alright, I swear I'll reply with Lyamis and Amaryllis tomorrow. I forgot completely about that. If Lucius hasn't replied yet, I'll likely toss up a Lyn post too.