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In Dice 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Eklispe

I feel like Niel's and Kim's interactions are devolving have devolved into a mini 1x1. Do you want to try a collab post instead? Sorry, I'm still kinda new to RPing and have just recently found out what collab posts were, but this seems like the kind of situation they were made for. Or we could keep doing normal posts if you think things are fine as they stand.
A massive wave built and loomed in the air above Joel. Unaware of Anna's powers, he didn't see the point of the attack; surely the previous one had proven that he was too heavy and steady to be knocked down or carried away by a comparatively small quantity of water. To ensure his stability, Joel deliberately buried his legs knee-deep in the sand, then let the apparently harmless water crash over him and wash back into the sea.

From Joel's point of view, that large wave had an additional benefit - it had drenched the sand where he stood, turning dry, loosely packed grains into firm, wet sand. Now that he had to use less of his geokinesis to prevent himself from sinking, he could focus more power on preparing his first attack. He could also construct sturdier structures out of packed, wet sand, should he need to later on.

The smaller rocks and pebbles had reached the edge of the forest. With a thought, Joel sent them flying at Anna in a rapid barrage. Pellets of varying sizes came from the forest in multiple directions, converging on Anna's location. Typical ranged missiles slowed down throughout their trajectories as they encountered air resistance. Joel's pebbles, however, gained speed as they flew, since he used the force of his power to continually accelerate them. Most projectiles also continued in a straight line after they were hurled, but Joel could alter the directions of his missiles up until they were near the very edge of his 200 meter range. Unfortunately, he didn't have fine control by that point, so he planned to change their trajectories slightly earlier. He kept them flying in straight lines for the moment, not yet demonstrating the true extent of his control. If Anna tried to dodge or block, however, Joel was prepared to make them rapidly circle around obstacles and target her new location. He was aware that most of the rocks and pebbles would probably miss, but there were a lot of them, and each hit would be enough to cause pain and bruising.
@Simple Unicycle

Hah, I just tried playing the two songs simultaneously, and am in fact listening to the chaos right now. It is a very strange song, especially since they go at different tempos and are possibly in different keys.
Bloom
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Saw the edits to the information, and I really like the extra characters and depth you've added. I do have a minor nitpick though: in the original Wormverse, Earths were named for letters of the Hebrew alphabet: Aleph, Bet, Gimel, etc. If you're looking for the last letter of the Hebrew alphabet, Wikipedia says it's Tav, not Omeg. Of course, it's your world and you're free to name it however you like, just putting that out there.

Also, since it's an AU, do Endbringers still exist? Scion? The Triumvirate? PHO? Should we assume that nothing from Earth Bet carries over except what you explicitly state?
Bank Lobby

Mitchell entered the bank through the front doors, humming a vague, jazzy tune. He wore his ordinary clothing - blue jeans, a pale shirt, and a dark grey jacket - and had a backpack slung over one shoulder. As his attire would indicate, he came to the bank straight from school, intending to make a quick withdrawal before heading home. He joined the short line in front of the ATM, thinking about the recent changes in his life as he waited.

Yesterday had been one of the afternoons when he volunteered to transport emergency medical technicians to emergencies - when he donned the mask of Gateway and spent a few hours making portals between the emergency room and various 911 callers. The first call they'd had was from a woman whose husband suffered a heart attack. Fortunately, it had occured in a neighborhood he used to live in, so Mitch had been able to make a portal directly to the street in front of the caller's house. He'd felt like something of an interloper among the EMTs, standing around uselessly in his costume while they carried an unconscious man onto a stretcher and into the ER, but the words of gratitude he received after his shift convinced him otherwise. According to a physician, the man had been in cardiac arrest - if the paramedics had arrived just a few minutes later, as they certainly would have if they traveled by ambulance rather than instantaneous portal, he would have been dead. The knowledge that Mitch had saved a life still burned warmly in his heart, and his smile grew wider as he recalled it. It made him wonder how much else he could do with his power - what untapped potential did he have? He knew that there were more ways he could help, if only he could think of them.

While he'd been absorbed in thought, the line had moved forward. "Sorry," he murmured softly to the person waiting behind him, and stepped towards the ATM. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure in all black, with an ornate mask - another cape? The figure cut in front of a line to speak to a bank teller, and the two left the lobby area together. Mitch did the mental equivalent of a shrug; it was probably none of his business. He stifled a small yawn as he fumbled for the debit card in his wallet. While volunteering with the EMTs was rewarding, it was also exhausting, and the hours of sleep he'd had last night didn't feel like nearly enough recovery time.

At that moment, alarms sounded throughout the bank. Mitch hastily put his belongings away and looked around for signs of the disturbance, but the only people in the lobby were other civilians. They were agitated by the alarm and the lockdown, and he could hear fragments of their conversations: "Hey, what's going on?" "Ohmigosh, is the bank being robbed?"

Mitch recalled the person in the black clothing. It seemed like too much of a coincidence for the alarm to have sounded mere minutes after someone in a black mask entered the bank, and his curiosity compelled him to investigate. Prudence, however, dictated that he should remain in the lobby with the rest of the civilians. Mitch didn't have combat experience and never intended to gain any; he'd probably just get in the way of the trained officials whose job it was to deal with these things. Nonetheless, his thoughts turned towards the mask and taser hidden away in his backpack, and he felt the urge to fight, to use his power for destruction instead of preservation. Mitch resisted the temptation and hoped that circumstances wouldn't force his hand.
Hi everyone! New meat member here, though I've been a fan of Worm for a while. I've already submitted my CS to solokolos and gotten it approved, but I thought I'd say hi before I started posting.
In Dice 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Eklispe

Now that she was signed up, Kim wondered exactly how X would provide the dice rewards. She'd gotten her first die from Ramona, but it was unlikely that X would continue to have other people hand her dice. Maybe X would ship dice to her by mail, or have them magically appear in her "inventory"? Regardless, she couldn't ask while she was surrounded by this many people, so she decided to answer Niel's question instead.

“There’s a gymnastics competition next week. You can participate too if you want – I think there are cash prizes for the top three winners,” she said. Kim looks contemplative for a minute, then starts saying her thoughts aloud, as much for her own benefit as for Niel's. “Hm. I would help you practice, but males and females have different competition events – we both do floor and vault, but males also have events like still rings and parallel bars that I don’t know how to do. It’s kind of arbitrary, but that’s how gymnastics works. I can still show you stuff just for fun, though.”

Kim walked over to an empty spot on a mat. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, which are not the type of clothes one should do gymnastics in, but she decided that they were acceptable for simple exercises – after all, she’d gone freerunning in similar clothing, and it hadn’t been an issue. She took a few deep breaths and bounced on the soles of her feet, trying to get back into the correct mindset. After checking behind her to make sure that there was enough space, she swung her arms up over her head and leaped backwards, arching her back as she did so. Briefly, her hands touched down on the mat - then she used her arms to push off, bringing her legs back over her body and ending in a standing position. Kim brushed the dust off her hands and said, “That was a back handspring. It’s pretty fun to do, and not very hard to learn as long as you have a trampoline and a spotter to help.” She took a step and winced as the motion pulled on her muscles - she'd forgotten to stretch beforehand.
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