Fallenreaper

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Fallenreaper Yeah, I've been getting back into the groove slowly, I've gotten back up to the regular post of one to two post a day, but that's still a bit of a challenge on a bad day.

Side note, I may not post for a while because I am a bit of a slow reader and it may take me a while to read all of the last chapter.

@manapool1

The positive perk, Advance tends to be at a slower place which is nice and doesn't make you feel like you need to rest. Here we value quality over amount, as you'll see a few posts being a paragraph or so in length instead of the basic required 4. Besides, as long as you're enjoying your writing or the scene, I don't think amount really matters much.

I think it's a challenge for everyone on a bad day to write a good post as I've had my fair share of bad days and couldn't write crap. Granted, every day is different and that's not always the case. I just hope you have more good days than bad.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@manapool1

Tbh, the only way in my mind is to get back to that level is through practice. We have already two players trying to reach that level themselves and get better with their writing, though it's a slow process.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

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Time

Day 1 ~ Evening

Location

Twilight Spirit

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Charles wondered when the seed would take effect. He had been carefully monitoring his internal systems and found little changes compared to before the foreign object had been inserted. In fact his condition, much to his alarm, had deteriorated further rather than progressed. Darkness edged into his peripheral vision and threatened to blind him, his anxiety heightened by the helplessness. His arm continued to hang over Killian's neck as he balanced himself next to the student and give an illusion of stabilizing health. Especially to those individuals descended from or currently unknown licenti in the room.

Unable to shake the old habit, Charles attempted to inch his weight back to his own feet. It became very clear his strength had diminished enough not to matter and instead of standing upright, his legs shook and immediately buckled slightly. His arm tightened reflexively as he feared taking Killian down with him. The young man barely recovered from the failed action and quickly jerked the professor to lean back upon him, negatively mumbling insults about Charles' temerarious instinct to look stronger.

Any additional thoughts became derailed when someone moved toward him. Reflexively his dark head jerked into the direction and lingered, his sight focused onto the fuzzy sight of the Sanguine. Despite the unclear image, the hybrid reminded Charles of a graceful and dangerous predator with a long successful prowling record. A stride himself had once carried before everything crashed down upon his head.

Assumptions aside, Charles noted the card extended toward him and sluggishly plucked it from the Mai's fingers. He shoved it into his jean's pocket, nodded at the advice given and added, “Of course and thank you.”

Charle's eyes followed the vampire until he vanished into the night.

A higher pitched voice, outraged by the accusation made by their host, drew his attention back into the shop. While Charles had been bothered by the whole suddenness of the Szayeis topic, there hadn't truly been any concrete evidence to prove Zeki's statement. In the end, it boiled down to one thing: Zeki vs the man's word. In that moment, Charles realized the man never gave his name when everyone else had. Not once. How...suspicious, he thought then pushed it to the back of his mind for later.

When a card was offered to him, unlike Mai's gesture, Charles didn't reach for it immediately. Instead he mentally seemed to absorb Zeki's words as his head turned from the individual to their host, showing the accusation hadn't been completely ignored. Inhaling softly, his hand cautiously took the card and shoved it too into his back pocket. Either way, if what Zeki had said was true then by the night's end Szayeis would know the details of their plan and things would go horribly wrong in the end.

“Currently I believe our host have provided everything we need to know but it might be a good idea to keep an ear to the ground. Anything changes, let us know promptly. I'm going to get into contact with...someone I know to make some arrangements,” Charles’ tone sounded unpleased by the individual, but no additional information was released to hint of their identity. He continued to grip Killian for support, adding one final word, “First task is to get myself taken care of and that means heading home. Good night and I'll will see you all tomorrow.”

With that said, Charles ushered Killian, Azulia, Archene and himself out the door and into the car not far away.

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Time

Day 2 ~ Morning

Location

Charles' House

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Hours passed before fatigue finally constricted and overwhelmed Charles. Trapped in a restless slumber, his mind awoke several times to readjust upon the narrow couch’s segmented cushions then drifted back to sleep. His arms and legs were spread out at odd angles for better comfort when daylight peered into the windows along the house front and side, illuminated every crease of darkness back into oblivion. Numerous smells, primarily bacon, eggs, and toast, wafted into the living room from the kitchens followed by sizzling as the bacon popped on its own grease within the frying pan.

The combination had been enough to arouse Charles mind to surface as his eyes flickered underneath his lids, then cautiously opened. A mistake it was. Sunlight hit him fast and hard, his hand promptly snapped up to shield his bleary vision when the pain flooded his senses. The grogginess dulled in an instance. A soft groan escaped his dry lips and Charles gradually rose upright, his legs flipped over the edge. He let the soles rest upon the floor firmly before he upright onto them, his weight applied inch by inch to test his allowance upon his legs and relaxed when he could stand fully up. His wound last night had been completely healed when the seed kicked in during the car ride leaving him rejuvenated now.

Unsure if Azulia was awake or not, Charles stumbled tiredly through the hallway and into the dining room.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Location: Natural History Museum, NYC
Time: Afternoon
@fdeviant, @Luna, and @Demonic Angel

Ben inhaled another deep whiff, ignoring Ji’s pa on his head. The scent was similar to Ji’s, but with a subtle difference. While Ji had a deep, earthen smell lingering throughout her wolfen musk, Yeong had a much different one. It made him think of a mountain breeze and complete opposite of earth. Both wolves were related and had shared a womb, so it made sense their scents had mingled since creation giving them a musk both independent and alike to each other. When the wolf mind actually acknowledged the biological link, he began to relax enough further. His interest satisfied for the moment, Ben jerked when Ji shouted at Yeong causing him to growl warningly at Ji for giving him a start.

Snorting in irritation, he turned about and shuffled toward Holt where he finally plopped down to lay down. As the twins began to bicker, Ben casted an eye roll in their direction. Not at all interested in sorting out his pack’s internal issues, he plopped down comfortably and crossed his forepaws over one another. He hadn’t noticed Marie had crumbled to her hands and knees until the movement of her hand flipping her hair caught his attention. Ben jerked his vision toward the witch, seeing her flip her hair back and gradually get up to walk toward his direction.

While he watched her draw closer, his tail wagged rapidly back and forth across his hind legs curled underneath him. His ears perked up excitedly and he couldn’t help but whimper for her attention. His figure had rose to all four and pushed his muzzle out to greet her hand reached out to him, slipped comfortably into the palm. A soft content growl erupted from his throat at her touch, his nostrils drank into her scent again.

Marie’s all seeing eyes looked deep into the new born wolf. At a glance, she would’ve missed it as with newly gain power revealed his true nature. Gradually a transparent image of Ben’s face overlapped the wolf’s, the animal’s bright eyes remained wide and alert while Ben’s stayed closed and dreamed away. As Marie reached deep with her magic, each word made to coax the human part to the surface, the transparent face began to become animated from the magic drifting upon him. Sensing Marie’s desire to bring out his inner human, hurt and rejected feelings filled the witch’s mind for a brief moment. It was then followed by the violent crack of bones, signalling Ben’s transformation back.

Once more flesh and blood decorated the floor when Ben’s wolf whimpered. His paw like hands gripped the ground tightly while fur split in places and fell off the reddish under skin, the mess collected underneath him. With one last howl, Ben collapsed completely exhausted, covered in blood and completely human.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

we could probably nitpick over all sorts of things for weeks on end for your sheet, @Vesuvius00, but that would be nitpicking, and @fallenreaper would not be pleased about that fact. Besides, we've all got that deadline. And your sheet is pretty decent now that those minor issues from last time have been taken care of.

Thus, would you kindly put it in the CS tab, as it is within the appropriate parameters for approval?

@Ellri

You got that right. *tugs Ellri's leash* :P

Mass Effect: Borealis

Drono think you are all wierdoes for playing war on computers. He gambles, poorly.

@Hellis

That's Drono for ya.

Mass Effect: Borealis

<Snipped quote by Fallenreaper>

I'll try to get on tomorrow. I'm mostly trying to get myself sorted for the time being and back into working order.

@Dervish

I know which is why I said when you're ready instead of now. I don't know how long it would take for your recovery and I'm in no rush as I can always do this as a flash back if needed.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Dervish: when you're ready and able, I'm snagging Pad 2 for Vellios and Tanya.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Closest thing that Vellios plays for vid gaming is both chess (because Serena insists) and testing her bots out.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Nox Alignment Ceremony

_{@Rtron,@Lucius Cypher, @May, & @Luna}

Darell eyed each student, from Athalus to Helen, carefully. There were signs of anxiety, tension and suspicion that laced their body language upon interacting with him. They ranged from subtle to obvious (in Athalus’ case) as they explained their situation, his expression giving nothing away that he had noticed it. Inwardly, however, he had wondered how long they would last within the Nox if they kept this up. Pushing the thought away for the moment, he pondered on what had been said for clues over why his Nox connection had dwindled since his arrival.

After finding little information to help him, he looked up to see Colette glare at him. He couldn’t stop his reaction, his eyes rolled and shoulders shrugged, at her childish behavior toward him when he shared the facts about demons. She could trust her rotten little ‘darlings’ all she wanted, but that changed nothing about their vile nature. Give some sins an inch… they would easily consume her and her friends, proving not all sins should be forgiven. They stemmed from mortals after all and over time, they always showed their true colors.

Something finally registered with Darell that he had overlooked before. Before stepping to the front, his eyes tightened on the older Slaughter Port resident while a quiver edged into his tone, “Wait, Athalus… do you mean to say, we’re the only ones left alive? That can’t be true.”

As if on cue, a sound broke any chance for an awkward silence. A blood curling scream. It was followed by shouts of panic then silenced by a monstrous roar ahead of them causing Darell to jump abruptly in place. Impulsively, his foot took a step back and skin drained any color from his flesh. He stared down the dark, eerie corridor stretching before them. His head darted to Athalus for an answer to his lingering question and added another more urgent one.

“Was that more s-students? S-shouldn’t we go help them?”

Diplomacy at Yarosmere

Mar, Sansar (Yarsomere): Underground Cave~Unknown Location

Mar ignored the mouth agap traitor Baulder in order to keep her temper in check. However, her eyes watched from her peripheral vision carefully because she didn’t trust him to continue to behave. Words of the wrong variety set him off with Aramir and there was little telling what else might, harmless or not. Mentally, Mar blamed Uicle’s lack in foresight over the student’s missing control over his temper. Even Tyrael wasn’t this bad from her recollection and at least directed his fury at objects rather than the source.

When Baulder finally closed his mouth then addressed Sahra, the once Naga found herself bitterly agreeing with him. The others were first on their list and Uicle had made it expressly clear they observe, not get involved. Right now the Resistance seemed determined on getting their aid in this assault. She didn’t like it. It would hurt their ability to convince, though slim, the College to side with murders instead of victims.

Primarily the only reason she had came was to see the fate of her people. When that was completed, she would leave with the others and not get involved with the Yarosmere fighting. In truth, she had seen enough to last her a long time. Distracted by her thoughts, Mar didn’t note when Enasha rose up quicker than usual and started to stumble. When the girl bumped into the wobbly Naga, then gripped her shoulder causing her to lean forward rapidly. Immediately, Mar stepped backwards and leaned too far to account for the girl’s weight in order to catch herself.

Summer seemed to notice this. Within a few moments, she held out her arms and pushed Mar forward to stop her from falling. After a bit of back and forth, Enasha finally stabilized herself at last then turned to Sahra.

“Thank you,” Mar quietly spoke to Summer.

When Enasha’s question was answered, she stepped forward and voiced the question she had on her mind since she arrived at the city, “Do you have idea how many Naga have been wiped out so far? We watched one tortured into Malice and several on the wall, but the number is hard to determine how many were lost.”

She held little hope for any information but was hopeful. Either way, a simple walk into the desert would provide all the answers she needed if none could be find here. Unlike many Yarsomerians, she knew at least where a few Naga clans would hide out and collect having been a Tyro before.