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In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities
Interactions: Meiyu @Tae, Bastion @Oso, Corin [@Lava AlckonMentions: Elithar who’s afar!

Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 37GP (Minerva shamelessly stole from Darius, but there may be more)
Injuries: She feels a little guilty about Bastion, but won’t show it.
Current Persona: Minerva


Minerva’s eyes had been fierce as she searched for so much as a soft chuckle from the crowd. The feline shifter was hardly the biggest or strongest in any pack, so the only thing left to be intimidated by was her rash, crazed ferocity. Some might liken it to an animal that contracted rabies, surfacing a sickly fear in the pits of stomachs from its eerie unpredictability. Her visage told any who might cross her that even victory might come at a gruesome cost. Who was this woman who breathed in such a controlled rhythm, while lacking the cheeky smile, familiar to all she knew? Was this her true self, or just the other side of the coin?

“Sit down, kitten. Your outrage is leaking.” The words of Meiyu were answered with a pointed scowl. Minerva wanted to shout at her next, but she could hardly argue against what followed. “You were the first to laugh at the poor beetle when he hit the floor. You can hardly blame the rest of the room for following your lead, lovely little leader. You provided the catalyst; don't pretend now that you're the only one allowed to find the 'second-in-command' a bit... heavy-handed. Or is it heavy-assed?”

With a roll of her eyes, Minerva sat down.

“You provided the catalyyyst,” Minerva mocked in whiney voice that sounded nothing like Meiyu, clearly expressing her annoyance. “Only I can laugh at Bastion’s steel bottom,” she muttered under her breath before grabbing a cocktail ordered by Elithar, who had slipped away like the wind. Before she indulged, however, she side-eyed Bastion, who had been helped onto his feet by Corin. She couldn’t quite tell if he was alright, because she naturally found his expression the hardest to read. There was no grumble or whimper, so she could only assume he was unaffected by his short trip from what used to be his seat and the floor. “Sor- err..” She didn’t want to say it, so she swigged down some of her drink instead. He’d be fine, she thought, not accounting for how he might truly feel.

The topic of the shards helped distract her from any feelings toward Bastion, as it was quite a peculiar thing left unanswered. Wendel made mention of such in the journal, but he also advised addressing it with someone well-versed in the mystic arts. She looked at Meiyu briefly, and then at Corin. Neither of them seems like the sort… For Traveler’s sake, they’re the ones asking questions! But questions lead to answers… At least that’s something Nessa would say. Probably Miris and Malik too, but they can do that tomorrow… If they get playtime… And they might not… So I should ask questions too… Yuck! While her right hand helped her nurse her drink, her left moved to rub against the nape of her neck.

“Mm.” The quiet reaction matched the slight widening of her eyes upon first touching the embedded shard. What was meant to look like the natural rubbing of the back of her neck instead appeared as the discovery of something new or perhaps foreign in that selected area of interest. Dropping her left hand, she downed the rest of her drink with ease. “I can try to pick it off for you. I’ll even wait for you to get drunk enough that you’ll hardly feel it.” She smiled Corin’s way while tapping her sharp nails against the wooden table’s surface. “You’ll bleed a lot more than normal, but a little of anyone else’s blood never hurt me.” She shot him a playful wink before raising her hand towards a Half-Orc delivering drinks to patrons. “Hey, handsome! I’ll have two Stormchasers and a Kraken’s Platter!” And just like that, she was back in form.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities
Interactions: Meiyu @Tae, Bastion @Oso, Corin [@Lava AlckonMentions: Phia, Arya, Stella, Menzai

Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 32GP (Minerva shamelessly stole from Darius, but there may be more)
Injuries: None
Current Persona: Minerva

Minerva’s eyes remained on Bastion a tad longer than necessary after she had made her request for him to sit beside her. Curiosity had taken a strong hold of her senses, especially since this was the first time she had a good look at him. Her expression was studious, a rare look upon her face and a far cry from the typical rollercoaster of emotions she displayed.

Warforged. She had always found their kind quite peculiar on the surface. No hair, skin, or involuntary bodily functions. Instead, they were weapons without wielders— machines lacking an operator. They did not grow from cubs or babes, and they did not simply wither into frail, weak shapes of their former selves. What did they think of terms like mother, father, and child? Was it the same as when Minerva considered a Yuan Ti’s scales or an Orc’s tusks? Just how was she staring at him, and how long could she continue to do so without losing an ounce of interest?

Minerva followed his watchful gaze, attempting to take everything in while also making the occasional glance toward both Arya and Phia. Wendel was right about him. He is kind. She gave a subtle absent-minded nod toward her thoughts, affirming them as she too found herself focused on the pair. She still thought Phia was some kind of deranged lunatic, but she wore the appearance of someone dainty quite well. Then there was Arya, the one most might believe was simply timid as a doe, but Minerva doubted Stella would accompany someone that weak. I want to know more, but my play time will be over before I ever get the chance. She might have pondered more, but the Gem Knight earned her attention with the mention of the embedded shards.

“Do we all have the same stories from our little decorations? I might be a fan of gems, but these might be a touch too personal for my liking.” Her eyes darted from the girls to Corin’s rugged face just in time for their eyes to meet. “Also, did you just call Bastion your second in command? I was under the impression there was no leader here. I’m curious to hear those credentials.” Minerva cracked a toothy grin Corin’s way.

“Jealousy does not look good on you.” She shook her head with a playful wag of her finger. “But! I am always happy to inform my party of how the pecking order works. We need someone to lead this riffraff, and I am clearly the most capable to do just that!” She nodded her head toward the bar. “Phia is nice, but she’s far too unhinged from what I can tell. Stella can’t really talk to us, and her Tiefling is way too quiet to lead us. Menzai… Menzai, I really like that name. Anyway, he’s unimpressive and lacks the greatest leadership trait of all… Charisma.” Minerva bounced her eyebrows with a devilish smile, inferring she was, in fact, charismatic. “Meiyu would be a good pick, but could you really trust someone like her? No offense, bestie,” she shrugged before presenting an open hand out to Corin. “And you seem absolutely perfect for the role, but… no, you’re too new to the group. Elithar— same thing, but he and I got quite close in such a short time. Now the order goes-” Minerva paused as Bastion cut in, but not just because he interrupted her, but by how close his face was to hers now. She found herself staring blankly into his bright blue eyes.

“Do you have a mission for me, Ms. Minerva?”

“Um…” She was briefly at a loss for words before she looked at Corin while pointing at Bastion. “See! He gets it! No questions! No complaints! He knows the peck-”

CRACK! KRRSH!!!!

Minerva slowly turned toward the sound of Bastion utterly destroying the wooden chair with his huge metal ass. Her face was blank at first due to the unexpected harsh sound of the commotion, frightening her somewhat.

“Oh…” Minerva fought as hard as she could to contain her laughter, but it was Bastion’s own reaction to the fall that provoked the feline into completely breaking her composure. What started as a light giggle turned into an uncontrollable, vicious cackle, but as she indulged in her laughter, she realized something wasn’t quite right. Like Bastion, hearing other patrons across the tavern join in the humorous moment did not sit well with her. At the drop of a hat, her face filled with fierceness as she rose from her seat with an indiscriminate pointed finger.

...there’s a kind and old Warforged named Bastion. Be kind to him, please, if you meet him...


“HEY, ASSHOLES! KEEP LAUGHING AT HIM, AND I’LL HAVE HIM SIT ON YOU NEXT! AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY BECAUSE HE DOESN’T HAVE THOSE PARTS! Do not test us!”
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities
Interactions: Phia of the Double-Wave @princess, Elithar @Infinite Cosmos, and Bastion @Oso
Mentions: Everyone!

Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 29 (Minerva shamelessly stole from Darius, but there may be more)
Injuries: None
Current Persona: Minerva

Minerva had been thinking about what to write in the journal when she felt Phia’s presence loom over her. Her initial instinct was to shoot a murderous scowl her way, but remembering the type of psychopathic individual Phia was, made Minerva simply grimace and keep her eyes on the pages in front of her.

“Listen to your cousin, Phia. I’ve been good.” The feline’s grimace morphed into an ear-to-ear grin. Two more, boys. I’m so good at this. Now to write. Minerva tailed behind the group, writing vigorously against the pages as she just let her idea of events flow from her imagination memory.

I couldn't let Wendel be the only star today, so you're welcome in advance for all the great things I’ve done! But I have a bone to pick with some of you!

Who the FUCK chose that airship?! It couldn't even survive an attack that Wendel… no offense Wendel …fended off pretty much by himself! There were others, but it was like a handful of people. Anyway, it crashed right into Darius' home turf! The Lhaazar Principalities! And yeah, I’m still kicking and still getting my playtime because I’m ME! You're welcome.

AND I found Meiyu for you Wendel! You were right, she's pretty as the nine, but she would NOT cough up the gold she owed you when I asked. Sooo, I threw a peach at her big dumb head. Pick better women! You’re welcome.

Anyway, we got boarded by pirates, like any other Tuesday in this shithole corner of the world. They wanted to take survivors to go meet with a Prince Dane. You know him, Darius?

So, like the born leader I am, I gathered up a group of some of the deadliest survivors and we volunteered to go meet the pirate prince. Wendel helped me with a few of these choices with his entry, but I did the leg work. They respect me! I have Menzai the Dogman, Bastion the Biggest (there is space here with intent to add more but she forgot), Stella the sweet and watchful birdy, Stella's loyal pet Tiefling, Ayra, Meiyu the Swindler, Elithar, Mr. Win-Win, Corin the Charming, and the most unhinged bitch I've met, Sweet Phia of the Double Wave. Pretty much the perfect team and they all love me. Every single one of them. You're welcome.

Oh, and I got the 3 coins Meiyu owed Wendel. You're welcome, again! Okay, I'm tired of writing and I want to eat!

Minvera 😺

P.S. First Four Better than Worst Four! And fuck you, Eleanor, for wasting all the money on rooms we didn't even fucking use, you spoiled little bitch!

Minerva shut the book, satisfied with her grand entry that she was sure even the likes of Vrexen would read before slipping it into her satchel. Lifting her face at none other than the Salty Squid might have been like something out of a dream for her. The aroma of food, the jeers from patrons, and the sight of full glasses landing on tables spoke to her in ways that could barely be contained. The only things she wished she had were the keen senses that Miris lacked.

“I love this place!” Minerva wore a toothy grin and strolled through the restaurant with a bit of a hop in her step.

"Fine. A pint for the table I suppose... Assuming I have enough coins. Otherwise you're out of luck. I'm not trading my wares or my body for you guys to drink yourselves silly. Hey bar-keep! A pint for each of my friends at the table here!"

“Good boyyy! I knew you weren’t that bad!” Minerva performed a short, rapid clap in both praise and excitement before seating herself at a table closest to a corner of the establishment. “Bastion! Come to mama! We have much to discuss, my second-in-command.” She pulled the seat out next to her for the warforged while bouncing her eyebrows suggestively.
In Young Justice → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Tauranga Port
Interactions: Origami, The Team
Mentions:Daphne, Zach, Pei


For Viktor, it felt like an entire journey from the moment the pre-mission brief ended to appearing in the unfamiliar hangar. Having more time to prepare for this mission, told him that there was little room for error and just how invested the Justice League was concerning Gala Nemesis. The outfits alone, and the speed at which they were designed and delivered, were breakneck, even with his handful of errors when it came to design choice. Though his privilege to choose was removed from him, Black Canary leaned into his preference while adding a few pinches of flavor that would help discern him from his Rain persona.

“This is somewhat acceptable, but what’s with this visor? And the shoulderpads? It seems excessive.”

“Flair, Viktor, flair. Wear it and… at least change the accent.”

“I don’t have an accent.”

“Add one then. I’m sure you used to talk like all the other Gotham at one point. Just channel that.”

Viktor and Zach had been paired together, and though he might have preferred Daphne for his own selfish reasons, he believed himself and Zach were one of the best pairs on the team. It was also a good opportunity for the two to work together after their reconciliation. However, with all the positives aside, the idea of this mission left a small pit in his stomach. He never thought it would bother him to transform himself into someone close to who he had been before. It’s not a relapse. I’m just playing a role. Acting… Like when Pei and I went to Coast City.

With a few steps forward, wearing his new persona, Viktor placed himself between the others and Origami, sizing her up beneath his mask, which displayed a red digital impression similar to [¬_¬] of being unimpressed before lowering himself into a slav squat.

“So dis is folded paper girl we need for mission.” His accent came out thick, and his voice carried through the hangar as if he had spoken this way his entire life. His head tilted up at her, while his visor maintained the same stoic emotional display. “She is tall… but looks easy to break. Good thing we have bodyguards, yes? [¬‿¬]” A hard-to-hear guttural laugh escaped him. Despite the show he was putting on, Origami wasn’t the only one making an analysis.

Viktor was no longer Viktor, Rain, Rainman, or Perun Ironclad. He was a sadistic Slavic mercenary for hire who rarely took clean jobs. This job was an outlier, but it paid well enough that he could keep his arsenal holstered until the opportunity arose. Today he was…


In Young Justice → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

E P I S O D E S E V E N : A N T I T H E S I S
GALA NEMESIS
SOUNDTRACK

M O U N T J U S T I C E
October 21st, 2021 | 09:10am | Mount Justice, Happy Harbor


After a few beats of silence and no further questions from the group, Batman considered the pre-mission briefing concluded.

“Team, take further instructions and guidance from Black Canary. She’ll be handling your acting skills and provisions to make your covers more authentic.” He gave a subtle nod before the screen went out.

The time between the conclusion of the brief and the mission was more interesting than usual, to say the least. While half of the team practiced being wealthy and entitled, the other half practiced a security posture and being mildly unpleasant. Unsettling or not, several members fit into character quite naturally, even taking into account their already established affinities toward their chosen roles. The team was granted some liberty in choosing the type of attire they would wear, but some of the team ran into complications…

For Daphne, every style of gown or dress she recommended was rejected due to its plainness, so one was picked for her.

Viktor ran into a similar issue as Daphne with countless rejections, except he would continuously choose aesthetics that looked nearly identical to his hero personas. One time it was just a color change…

Cora needed help selling the “badass aesthetic,” as she put it, and Viktor was able to choose something that worked, saying it was “the most optimal choice.”

Will, seeing how Daphne and Viktor failed, simply decided to have his outfit chosen for him, to save himself an unneeded headache.

And lastly, Kassy picked something out that was accepted, but it didn’t take long for her to lose confidence in her decision. Fortunately- no. Conveniently, another outfit was chosen for her and very strongly suggested by none other than Vixen.


October 24th, 2021 | 03:50pm | Unspecified Hangar, Tauranga Port

On the 24h of October, the Team traveled by Zeta Tube in the vicinity of the beautiful Tauranga Port, New Zealand. The group of teens appeared in an open aircraft hangar, just catching the start of the warm sun making its way down toward the horizon in the southern hemisphere. Within the hangar was a chrome-plated hybrid-winged aircraft capable of transporting a dozen passengers. It was from this hangar that the team would fly out to their mission, but that was not the only objective of gathering here. The other was to meet the young woman waiting for them, to meet the one and only, Origami.


In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities
Interactions: Meiyu @Tae and Elithar [@Infinite Cosmos}Mentions:

Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 21 (Minerva shamelessly stole from Darius, but there may be more)
Injuries: None
Current Persona: Minerva


"Aye. I'd rather not be ugly for the rest of my life. Thank you for the compliment of my handsomeness in the moment. Please release me. It's hard to answer a question about what I'm looking for in this state." Elithar’s coughs of weakness, had not moved Minerva in the slightest. In fact most of her attention was on the woman she had business with. The lythe pureblood Yuan-ti was as quick as she was stylish in getting herself from off the ground, granting Minerva assurance that this misfit group Wendel chose to rub shoulders with wasn’t half bad.

"Efficient, kitten. You’ve earned your treats."

“You play with your food too much. This was easy.” Minerva smirked with an eyebrow raised confidently. She’d never admit she had a little luck on her side, since she believed the elf in her grasp was far too focused on the beauty he had pinned beneath him to react as he should have. She couldn’t blame him as she watched Meiyu gracefully close the distance and slip the three coins she owed into Minerva’s pocket.

"Three coins for the thought-reader. Cheaper than blood on my boots." Minerva scoffed lightly. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that Meiyu wished considerable harm to the elf in her arms. She wanted to say something back, but the captive spoke again, with an offer that was far more persuasive than the last.

"What about this. You let me go. We grab a pint at the Squid, and I'll answer your questions? Win-win, right?" This elf wasn’t half bad either when compared to the others. He wouldn’t be in a hold like this, otherwise. Trusting either the snake or the elf completely would be foolish, stupid even, but having them along with the rest of the misfits was her best bet at leaving the Lhaazar Principalities.

"A pint at the Squid? Brave, for a man bested by a kitten."

“Hey!” Minerva retorted with a glare as Meiyu continued speaking, teasing around his idea of paying their tab at the Salty Squid.

"Let him up. If he bolts, the boots are yours. They’d fetch at least two coins at the last stall."

“Ew, I don’t want your stinky boots!” Minerva wrinkled her nose as she quickly released Elithar, scooched back, and sat cross-legged on the ground. “And if he bolts, you'd better make yourself useful and actually catch him.” Minerva slightly rocked back, rocked forward, and stood up with a slight hop. “Alright, Mr. Win-Win, lead this pair of beauties to the food and booze, please!” Minerva grinned Elithar’s way as if there were no hard feelings between them. Once they’d start walking to the Salty Squid, Minerva would place herself in the rear with her journal in hand. She had so much to share with the crew of personas.
In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Miris


Race: Changeling
Class: Part-Time Fighter
Location: Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities
Interactions: Meiyu @Tae and Elithar [@Infinite Cosmos}Mentions:

Equipment:

Attire: beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots
Gold Balance: 18 (Minerva shamelessly stole from Darius, but there may be more)
Injuries: None
Current Persona: Minerva


"I’d put gold down that says you're only focused on the 'sloppiness' because you're fantasizing about trading places with him right now, kitten. If you want my attention that badly, I'll pin you down later,"

“Oooooh!” Minerva had been shameless as she teased her Yuan-Ti companion. Normally, she might have been a grouch around this time of day for missing her much-desired midday nap, but Meiyu was quite the entertainer. Being pinned down by her later might be for the best.

Minerva found herself unable to fight back the cheeky grin that spread on her face as Meiyu and the handsy Valenar elf struggled for dominance on the bare ground of the market. Now standing at their flank as their closest and most delighted spectator, she mentally bounced around which of the two would be the victor in this tussle. She knew only a pinch of Meiyu, and the stranger even less, but their movements told her plenty, giving away their ability to identify weaknesses and vulnerabilities to exploit. Stripped down to their base, the two were beasts driven by predation.

"Snake woman. I may be a stray but I can assure you I am no slouch. As for the thorough, private inspection, I'm in if you are. Hm?"

With Elithar taking the dominant position, Minerva studied him for a few beats simply to compare him to Malik’s journal writings. Eh, I can’t. She gave up rather quickly on the endeavor once she realized Malik didn’t give much to work with regarding his entries. He seemed boring if anything, and probably wouldn’t grab below a woman’s waist the way Elithar had. Malik had always written concisely, only explaining what he had accomplished during his periods of ‘play time’ (if she could even call it that. It was more like ‘work time’).

It was while waiting on the next move that Minerva would find out she would have her own role in this vicious tango. Meiyu’s eyes looked to hers, which Minerva met with a cocky raise of an eyebrow. Oh, I dare you to beg,
but something miraculous occurred.

"I have three gold for you if you can read my mind." Meiyu’s bargain wiped the confidence right off Minerva’s face, causing something to spark within her.

Three Coins


“Three… coins…”

The offer stirred something insurmountable in Minerva’s very being as the scene around her slowed. She could hear the chants of a thousand Wendel’s chanting the two words in a roar she could not ignore. What was rightfully his was being served up to her to claim in his stead, by the snake woman no less. It was the reason she approached the woman. The reason she threw the peach at her. The reason WHY she dubbed herself Peaches Minerva… Well, maybe half the reason since the crash was what covered her in peaches. BUT, Minerva had tagged along with Meiyu, waiting for this very opportunity, so how could she not take this chance to make things right for her favorite friendly dwarf while imagining him egging her on to do so?

“Ha!” Minerva let out as she slightly lowered her stance and took a step forward. It was a deliberate movement to get herself set for the next, yet it was the action would be overlooked. She dashed forward with her toothy grin, nearly blurring from the speed of her movement. She planted her left foot to deliver a side kick to Elithar’s ribs, knocking him off of Meiyu, with nothing but acquiring that gold on her mind.

Still in pursuit, Minerva hopped over Meiyu, and for a fraction of a second, a smug smirk could be seen on the shifter’s face. The moment her two feet reunited with the ground, Minerva dove forward like a cat pouncing at their prey. The elf was physically stronger than her, yes, but she was quick and knew exactly what she wanted to accomplish. Pinning him might have been a fun option for her, but for Wendel, she’d be more forward-thinking while wrestling against Elithar’s body on the ground.

Minerva mounted his back instead.

She wrapped her legs tightly around his torso, hooking her right arm beneath his own, and wrapping her left arm around his neck with the tips of her long, sharp nails resting threateningly on the right side of his face.

“That was fun. I’m Minerva. Don’t try anything weird, unless you wanna be ugly for the rest of your life.” She playfully tapped her fingernails against his face. “Hey! Stop trying to squirm! I’m not a boy, so I can’t even do a thorough, private inspection from this side of you… What a shame.” Minerva attempted to whisper the last bit seductively into his ear, but she was just speaking at his ear in normal volume. “Anyway, just answer the Yuan-Ti’s questions, so she can pay me, and then you can go off on your grand adventure of touching women without their permission.” Minerva smiled before snapping at him pre-emptively. “Don’t argue!”

In ✨Beyond The Veil✨ → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Location: The Underground Blood Bank • Time: Saturday Night

Interactions: @princess Angel • Mentions:

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The sharp and pungent smell of the smelling salts administered to Sean, caused his eye to shoot open and gasp for the “fresh” air that he wished he was afforded while in the basement. Out of his wits, he head whipped around trying to discern the setting that was too unfamiliar to process quickly. Struggling against his restraints, breathing heavy, and his eyes searching aimlessly—he couldn’t have looked more helpless. It was a rare moment. One where not an ounce of control was afforded to him. Lost was the best word to describe him, and he’d admittedly agree before he recognized what was suspended in front of his face.

In that moment, he stilled his body. It was not an involuntary freeze, but a deliberate and conscious pause. The window of that rare moment had closed, and the man that was lost was regained. Shit, he thought while still staring at Hollow’s visage— the hunter of hunters. Who was he without it on his face within the ugliest parts of Halcyon? He didn’t think about the answer to that. He never needed to, even now when found himself bound in chains without any of his weapons in enemy territory.

Taking in the details of the room, he-

Sicily… A sharp breath escaped him as he stopped himself from calling to her, and instead looked furiously toward his captors. Where is this? He couldn’t place it, but he’d guess they were underground judging by the lack of windows and how dingy the place appeared. The whimpering of prisoners and the offensive smell of the place was something most would keep buried.

Stepping backward, he firmly planted his heels so the chain wasn’t tugging so hard on his arms that were aching now. Three enemies. Vampires. Two weapons… No, three… Three weapons, Sean. He took a deep breath before scoffing.

“You one of the big fucks that used gas? Couldn’t go fair with a human and Barbie up there?” Sean heckled. “Come on. I got two hands behind my back and no mask to make you piss yourself when you face me.” Sean’s smirk was dripping with antagonism. “Watch out for these teeth, though. I don’t got fangs, but I'll BITE YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF!”

In Young Justice → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

E P I S O D E S E V E N : A N T I T H E S I S
GALA NEMESIS
SOUNDTRACK

M O U N T J U S T I C E
October 21th, 2021 | 09:05am. | Mount Justice, Happy Harbor


“Good question, Kassandra.” Despite the other questions and comments made previously, he addressed hers first. It was a subtle way to highlight the request for that piece of information and the person making it. “Besides her cyber infiltration capabilities, Origami is a metahuman with papyrokinesis— the ability to shape and manipulate paper. As far as physical performance, our analysis places her as an individual with peak-human levels of fitness with an affinity for acrobatics.” Batman’s face minimized, while displaying a rotating t-posed 3D model of a silhouetted woman’s body with some of the details mentioned, displayed in bullet point format beside it. “Combat is rarely, if not ever, her first course of action; in fact, it is one of the reasons why she remains elusive to many organizations, including our own. As far as personality… this is my assessment.” There was no documented personality data due to the limited contact with the young information broker, but that didn’t limit the world’s greatest detective. “The four major cornerstones of Origami’s psyche include discipline, pride, knowledge, and caution. The first two build the foundation of who she is—in other words, her work ethic and professional reputation guide the nature of her actions, making her highly performance-driven. In simpler words, she’s a perfectionist. If Origami is making mistakes, you should view them as achievements toward another goal against your own.” His head had turned to a few members of the team as he presented certain pieces of this information. “The latter two cornerstones tie together cyclically, toxically feeding into each other. As an information broker, knowledge is currency, but Origami views every unknown with the same high level of caution, taking Sun Tzu’s ‘know your enemy’ to the extreme. The more information, the more caution adopted. The more caution needed, the more information required. So, it’s fair to say she lives in a state of fluctuating anxiety, believing ‘the unknown could be a threat, and therefore it is.’ Your combat weaknesses and your preferred vehicle color have the same value in her eyes, even if they objectively don’t carry the same level of sensitivity, so Cora, the best thing the Team can do is practice information security. From our correspondence, Origami was only given information about the Team’s size, combined experience level, aliases, cover, and mission objective. I don’t doubt she will attempt to collect more information on the team through electronic means or advanced elicitation techniques, but that is the risk we’re assuming to obtain data from Kobra at the gala. ” He admitted this plainly, quite comfortable with relaying further information.

“That being said, the probability of her betrayal is low. There are several factors, but to sum it up, we are the only group that won’t selfishly turn on her. For a person acting alone, she knows burning this bridge leaves her cooperating with others who’d just as easily see her dead. Put simply, it’s not worth it. However, if something of the sort were to happen or if the Team is completely compromised during this mission, the League will act. We’ll have eyes on you, but won’t interfere in your operational conduct. That includes how you plan on executing your roles, Will and Vincent.”

“And what are the factors that would completely compromise the team?” Viktor asked for his personal clarification, though he was sure others might wonder.

“The Team’s identification, blowing your cover.”
In Z-Team: Operatives of the SDN → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


R E F O R G E

TIME: 8ish
LOCATION: SDN Meeting Room
INTERACTIONS: @GingerBobOh @princess @Oso @FunnyGuy @Infinite Cosmos @Tae @DClassified


Sylas believing he was ready for whatever came next was almost laughable as each member of the team filtered into the meeting room. First, was Quinn, who had given him a nod of acknowledgement and took his seat, quietly. Like himself, he was just here. He was tame, at least as he was currently, which was the closest thing to a breath of fresh air compared to those who followed.

Next was what Sylas could only describe as the personification of anxiety. Roxanne or Starburst shuffled in as if she wished to be invisible while being the most visible person he’d ever seen. Her beverage (he couldn’t consider it a coffee) might as well waved to himself and Quinn with how high the swirl of whipped cream was. Then there was the fact that she was literally pink wearing… pink. He couldn’t help looking in her direction, and just as they made eye contact, she nervously averted her gaze. Come on, I’m not that damned scary, he thought with a brief and slight grimace.

“Um… hey,” He could at least give her a few points for actually being the first to initiate some form of conversation. It was weak, but it was something at the very least.

“Hey,” He replied dryly.

"... Gonna be… fun, right guys?”

“...” He stared at her, plainly, right into her eyes, mentally questioning what she was trying to socially accomplish. Part of him didn’t want to entertain it, but another felt cruel if he did not offer anything in response. “It’ll be a movie, for sure.” He broke out the slightest smirk while hoping Roxanne might find a little comfort in that response before looking down at his digital watch.

It was four minutes past the top of the hour when Poe entered. He almost shot her a look of disapproval, but stopped himself remembering this wasn’t his circus to ringlead. Besides, Chadwick hadn’t even shown yet, which gave anyone else the flimsy excuse of showing up late as well. Unlike Roxanne, she seemed used to making small talk, even if she did have the tone of someone who was denied retirement and had to work an extra year to accomplish it.

“I’m Poe. I’m the Z-Team’s dispatcher. You must be Reforge.” She gave a curt nod. “Welcome to the basement. I already read your file, so you know the vibe of the Deniable Ops division, yeah?” He slightly leaned in, already speaking his language. Okay, maybe everyone wasn’t so bad at this point.

“The vibe? Yeah. The SDN takes all the credit for the good, and we take on the blame for the bad.” Sylas shrugged half-heartedly. “Don’t worry, I have some experience with being at fault. It’s why I ended up…” He looked around the room for effect. “Here.” He said the single word with unfiltered disgust. The basement. The term for this place couldn’t have been described any better… at least until Murph/Tripwire entered.

Murph was… something. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but maybe it was because the guy seemed more out of place than Pinky quietly picking at her muffin. She didn’t fade into the background like she appeared to want to, but Murph practically forced himself into center stage… and no one asked.

"First order of business for the day," he started as he made his way to the head of the table, sitting down and throwing his legs up on the edge just like the kind of guy that looked like him would. "ignore whatever the fuck has brought us here this early." Sylas side-eyed him silently, trying very hard not to hate the guy’s very presence.

"Hey boss lady? Is he the reason I'm drinking Jim's ambrosia this fine ass morning?"

Sylas let out a noticeable sigh as he finally faced Murph, his expression deadpanned.

“How ‘bout we continue to ignore whatever the fuck brought us here this early? No use in talking to try and figure it out, right?” Sylas nodded with a sarcastic pursed smile.

“Sorry for being late, everything looks the same around here.” The familiar voice barely registered as eyes shot daggers toward Murph. If the tatted mohawk-wearing member of his team was an indication of how much of a basement this place was, Muyang was the hard, undeniable evidence. Hearing the chair groan against the stress the former gang member put it through with his style of seating, Sylas naturally turned his head opposite of Murph.

“No fuckin’ way.” Sylas muttered as he recognized Muyang, tail and all.

“Damn, homie. In high school you was the man, homie. Fuck happened to you?” Sylas shook his head, but not at the quote. It was the fact that he was facing someone whom he had been gunning for in his early days as a bright-eyed hero.

“You work here?” He squinted his eyes at Muyang while wondering if pinching himself would make this whole scenario vanish so he could start the morning all over again. He sighed for a second time, but it sounded more defeated than anything. Even when the lively Azaela/Moxie entered, Sylas could give her a head nod and his name. “Reforge,” he replied plainly. He didn’t focus on her too much, only noting that she seemed a little too friendly for his liking, even with knowing a little about how her abilities worked. Aaaand, looking like she flew right out of the depths of hell probably didn’t help either.

Then, there was Liam. Sylas only glanced at the guy who quietly walked in, looking as miserable as he felt right now. I need a cig and this meeting hasn’t even started yet… He looks like he needs a whole pack. Just keep your composure, and you’ll be out of this room in no time, Sylas.
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