Gardevoiran

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

Anomaly

Medical Bay

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At last, Anomaly awoke in the medical bay of the PRT. Too bad the emotions weren't all gone. Hush you.

As the Ward awoke in the hospital bed, she realized that she was no longer in her costume, meaning she didn't have to continue being referred to as Anomaly for the moment. Good point.

"Aw jeez... did I get knocked out?" Xoxi's ghost hand rubbed the side of her head, feeling for any injuries along the side of it. There weren't any, meaning she wasn't hit with anything forceful that could knock her out. Out of anything, she might have just tuckered herself out. What a wimp. The teen stood up from the bed as she looked around the bay, trying to find her hoodie. It was stripped off of her somewhere between the ride from the battlefield and the arrival into the medbay, so it had to be around here somewhere. It was too damn cold in the medical bay without it.

The teen walked a step or two before holding her head again. The headache was still there! What the crap shit? She had to have been out for enough time for it to go away, but it was still there! Why was it still there?!

A few moments passed before the wimp finally realized why it was there. "Oh yeaaaaahhhh, powers. Wait... what did I steal?" The teen couldn't remember what she stole, but she did feel something in her. Something gruesome. It was quite disorientingly great. She enjoyed feeling what she was feeling right then, and that would only continue.

Regardless of how she was feeling, Xoxi desperately wanted to find Vector right now... or Knight. Either one would be nice.

@Sickle-Cell

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

Everyone's just assuming Xoxi almost died when in reality she's just tired and trying to burn off the rage she took from Sickle.

Heh. Alright. I'll post with her waking up soon.

The Narrow Path

"... Death is a person. Not a place," Brock corrects as he keeps leading the way, his gaze fixated on the mountains ahead of your group. "The afterlife exists. Some call it Hell. Some call it the Ascendant Plane. I call it the world. It's all complicated really."

Jen stays silent, but it's evident that she's clearly ticked off.

Gobbo, on the other hand, has a small light in his hand. Not a fire, just a light there in general. You don't know how he was able to conjure that, but it's there nonetheless.

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

Damn now I'm pondering dropping another character in here.

Question is, do I port over one of my characters from @ProPro's setting, or do I try my hand at making one of my old characters from a different setting work? Or just try writing a new character altogether?

Many decisions indeed.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

@Crossfire
8 A.M. Local Time
Western Hills, Overlooking Sol's Fortress
Sovereign Valley, Rokarr

"Showtime. You'll know when I'm done," Tibulus commented, pulling out his trusty stun-gun, and beginning his own adventure towards the main control room. There were multiple things he could do in order to disable the guns when he got there, but he could do a lot more to the guns than just disable them. He could explode them for good, put them on his side, he could do a lot to them, but for right now he couldn't do much but think and run. He'd decide the rest later.

That's how he flew, anyway. It's worked out so far.

Tibulus rushed for his destination, shocking goons he came across his entire way, paralyzing them and possibly knocking them out for the time being. Sure, it wasn't the best plan of action, but it was a plan nonetheless.

At last, Tibulus stepped into the control room and immediately shot the one guy in there, supervising everything so he could make sure nothing exploded with the controls. In a split second, the guy was out cold and Tibulus was alone in the room. The funganoid walked over to the controls and began fiddling with them in pursuits of the gun controls, finding a way to turn them off and all the awesome side effects of turning them off.

The Narrow Path

"You did not understand him like I did. Like the Light did," Jen states as she overhears Brock chuckling again. "You find something funny, skeleton. What is it?" she asks in an annoyed tone.

"You guys really came from Hell...? That's the most bullshit story I've ever heard, and I've played cards with Death." Brock says as the plants on his armor begin to move on their own, forming a snakelike pet, turning around and snuggling up to the skeleton.

The Narrow Path

Jen checks through her things again before responding to you. "I woke up in the center of a random village. I was naked with my underclothes. The paladins found me and saw me as one of them, once my armor was back on me. I then returned to my previous status before becoming Head-Paladin-Interim," Jen explains as she walks, her gear clearly inspired from her run through in Hell. "Grog was with me. I do not know where he is, now. I hope he is alright... and that I find him soon..."

Brock chuckles under his breath again as he continues leading, a few plants growing off of his armor.

The Narrow Path

Jen grumbles before finally speaking again. "... if he so much as dares to hurt one of us, he dies," Brock, overhearing the threat, chuckles a few times before beginning to walk off towards the forest in the distance, his sword in hand and his green tome open to a specific page.

Gobbo trails behind you, having to step more frequently due to his smaller size. "Ish Missh Paladin coming with ush?"

OOC Question

Do you wanna start controlling Gobbo as a character? Advance him your own way?

The Narrow Path

"A dwarven forge. Not just any though," Brock says as he climbs on top of the Believer's crypt, Jen's expression turning into one of pure and unadulterated annoyance. "Hm... over... there," Brock points to a distant mountain range beyond a series of trees. "The Bronze Maul Forge. The only forge with fires hot enough to burn this book into nothing but ash."

Jen finally speaks up as Brock finishes his statement. "Y-You're not serious about trusting this skeleton?! He's a dirty undead skeleton!" She complains, lifting her shield and helmet off of the ground and dusting them off.

Gobbo runs back to your side, raising the book on Believers back up to you. "Thish ish yoursh."

The Narrow Path

"Sorry for doing that. I had not known it was you," Jen says as Brock finally leaves the crypt, his sword drawn. Jen turns towards him and aims her mace at him, a dark glare across her face. "Undead wretch! You best have a good reason for leaving that crypt where you belong."

Brock looks at Jen, then you, back to Jen, then puts his hand where his nose should be. "Paladin. I'm holding the book for the guy you just slammed. We're going to destroy it so nobody can get their hands on it."

Jen looks visibly surprised as she looks back at you. "Is what he says true?"