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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Farce - Compliance

@Spiffy@Xandrya@solokolos@t2wave@Old Amsterdam@Eklispe@T2Wave

"We do," Farce said as she put the revolver in her pants, using the elastic waist of them to hold it there for the time being, followed by her lifting her hands in the air at her shoulders. "I had a contact. He said there was something big going on here." Farce looked around the room in pursuits of what the main objective for the contact was before finally ceasing her wandering eyes on the office of the warehouse. "It's in there."

Meanwhile, Farce's body language was directed at the immediately-located members of her team, trying to get them to lower their weapons and act more peaceful. This was important. Whether or not this angel could sweep all three of them away was uncertain, but Farce was definitely not taking any chances here with it.

The War of the Three: Exodus

The halls of Hyperion. A testament to the palace of a technological masterpiece...

... really needed signs. It was actually kind of confusing to navigate the place the way it was now. Most people often carried some kind of navigation device, be it magical relic or just a phone. Brock had a communicator but that was it. He couldn't really navigate using that because it wasn't really helpful for that purpose. It was mainly helpful for just being called into battle, and Brock knew where to go to get put into the next battle.

"Finally," the swordsman said as he found the right room. A physical library. The Machina had both, the standard book and physical learning library as well as the digital version that could be accessed there. Either would've worked.

Brock walked into the library, noticed it largely empty, and helped himself inside. The skeleton walked over to one of the shelves and began to browse it. "There's gotta be somethin' in here that I can use to become stronger..." There wasn't sugar coating it. Now that Abigail was out of his life, Bonesword had one real goal in mind. He wanted to get as strong as he could and fight as hard as he can. If he could truly become stronger, then his quest would be a success. Otherwise... he'd need a stiff drink for sure.

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"..." The queen bee buzzed silently in her bed, surrounded by a series of blood speckles and with her outfit torn a bit on the ends. The atmosphere of the hive was more tense than normal, namely due to the sudden arrival of bee vampires, but Apia didn't mind them. The public didn't seem to either. All was well in the Honey Dimension.

Except for Apia's appetite for blood. That was something not great.

Although it was getting considerably weaker, it was still pretty great. At first it seemed like it was a giant hole in her stomach, but now it just seemed like she didn't really feel much other than a stomach ache and a slight headache. It was definitely lessening, but it was still a slow process of lessening. How do the big vampires do it?

Bah, the queen had to get her mind off this feeling. Dwelling on it wasn't helping, and Apia needed to converse with someone to pass the time. A portal opened up in Apia's doorway as the queen grabbed her things and left the room, teleporting to just outside of Hell's throne room. Maybe she was needed? It'd get her mind off the feelings she was having at the moment.

The War of the Three: Exodus

Brock Sinclair

Name: Brock Sinclair
Title/Epiphet: Bonesword
Allegiance/Faction: Machina
Race: Ascended Human / Fungal Skeleton
Age: Immortal
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: Eh.
Appearance:

Convenience.

Backstory:

Convenience!

A long time ago, a single mushroom was growing in a forest. A purple mushroom, with green spots, and a very bone-like material as the stalk. Years later, a skeleton rose from the ground in that spot, his skull topped by the head of a mushroom, and his soul free. He began to roam the world that was resistant of the Nexus' influence, eventually finding a human settlement where he attempted interaction. After the attempt, he was hastily rejected due to his appearance being frightful. Saddened and discouraged, the skeleton roamed more, stumbling across a demon settlement, where they welcomed him as a brother. There he learned how to live for himself and how to care and defend people he loved.

Eventually the demons were enraged at the humans, who slaughtered the livestock and burned down a forest. When the skeleton heard the demons were going to go and pillage the humans, the skeleton was glad to join in the endeavor, and marched onwards to go and kill the humans who insulted him so long ago. Once they were there, the demons slew all of the men in the settlement, leaving only the women and children captured.

As the demons rejoiced in their victory, the skeleton couldn't help but feel remorse for what he did that day, how he killed those men, and what the demons were going to do to the women and children... Right before the unforgivable happened to those captured, the skeleton drew his sword in the name of justice, and defended the humans with all of his might. The amount of blood spilled that day was unforgettable and traumatic. The villagers did not know whether or not the skeleton wanted them all for himself or if he wanted to protect them, but either way they tried to slay him to avoid a bad situation in case of that. The skeleton fled, unwilling to hurt those humans, and returned to his life of roaming the lands in search of new people to meet.

(Around this time, the original world Bonesword hailed from was absorbed into the Nexus.)

Many years passed, and the skeleton got tired of roaming and finished off his life of that, making a small shelter in a cave off in a forest. It was a bit later when a human child found him when they were roaming the world. Much to the skeleton's surprise, the child did not run from the demon, rather thought he was funny-looking and treated him like a friend. The skeleton felt a sense of companionship, something he had been without for a long time, and a bond unlike most others was formed. After being mentor to the child until her early adulthood, the two became partners in a romantic bond. When the child's village was attacked, the skeleton came out of hiding and defended every single one of the humans in that village, not letting a single one perish from a demon's weapon.

Every human but one, anyway. The child was slain by the brawniest, bloodiest, and most vile demon in the raid, who thought it would cripple the feelings of the skeleton and make him submit to the raiders. What followed that day was the first instance of an Honor Strike, and holy hell did it finish the raid. The skeleton was celebrated for his heroic actions by the humans, and was welcomed back into the village at anytime.

When the dead child's funeral was had, the skeleton took an oath. From that day on, he would defend mankind with his life, until either the day he died for good, or the day that mankind betrayed him again. Hopefully that doesn't happen for a long time.

Powers:

• Enter: the Sharpswordsman
  Throwing swords proves very useful if there are any around. Simply put, this ability allows for Brock to throw any sort of sword with incredible accuracy and power. For a visual explanation, think about how the sword throwing in Superhot works, minus the time effect of it.
• Chloromancy (Plant Manipulation)
  Brock can control plants and bend them to his will, allowing for the use of them as extra appendages, armor, or many other ways. Additionally, Brock can create plant constructs with limited sentience. Each construct made quickly can perform a set action before it destroys itself and loses all sentience. A construct with more time spent creating it can perform a myriad of tasks, even achieving full sentience. Pretty neat.
• Undeath
  Brock can't die until his skull is destroyed. Plant magic is still allowed.
• Honor Strike
  Brock unleases a slash fueled by the magical manifestation of his honor, aiming at all hostile targets around him and slamming them with what's best described as a 'sword beam'. This attack used to require a specific situation to use, but now that Brock has grown as a person, he can use this power freely, though it is very taxing to use this more than twice in a battle and the power of the attack was reduced by quite a bit.

Resistances & Immunities:

• Brock will not die unless his skull is destroyed.
• Brock is highly resistant to most sensory-based attacks as a result of having no actual receptors for these senses.
• Brock has an alcoholic tolerance level of at least five million.
• If Brock loses a body part, he can easily replace it with another one.

Weaknesses:

• Brock is a demon, and is more vulnerable to holy attacks as a result.
• Brock is an undead, and is vulnerable to fire attacks, though only on his head.
• Brock is a skeleton and is weaker to blunt force as a result.

Skills:

• One handed mastery.
• Ambidexterity.
• Botanical Engineering.
• Reattaching limbs.
• Writing
• Drinking

Weapons & Equipment:

• The Shroomblade
  The signature blade of Brock Sinclair, the Shroomblade is the cross beween a rapier and a backsword. The history that Brock and the Shroomblade share has enchanted the sword, causing it to do more damage to those of a demonic nature.
• Unleash
  The name given to the sword granted to him by Hohenheim. It has similar markings to the weapons that Iona uses, and the only information the swordsman was given about it was that it would become lighter if the swordsman were to succumb to his bloodthirsty desires. It often stays behind, as Brock is afraid of what would happen if he actually used it in a battle.
• Cyber Sword
  A spadroon of machina make, the Cyber Sword has a plasmatic edge on the blade that allows it to cut through armor with lessened difficulty. The unique material used to create the blade is lightweight, allowing it to be swung faster than a normal sword, and it is incredibly resistant to the point where it's nigh-indestructible.
• Shooting Star
  The Shooting Star is an external shield modification equipped on Brock. While charged, it will provide solid defense from any sort ranged attack until it depletes from overuse, then it must wait about 8-10 seconds to fully recharge. While depleted, however, any melee attack from Brock will cause a star to fall from the skies at breakneck speeds, slamming into the opponent and dealing quite a bit of extra damage.
• Botanical Weapons

  Freshmint - A minty plant that releases a relieving pollen cloud that cures who/whatever is within the cloud's AoE of any ailments inflicted in the battle. Cloud grows in proportion to the amount of nearby plants.
  Mockrose - A porous purple rose genetically engineered to act similar to Victoire's, these roses emit a less-dangerous fume that, when inhaled, weakens the afflicted, with the degrees of weakness varying on how apparent the fumes are. These roses, however, do not require blood to stay alive.
  Mineshroom - A relatively small mushroom, emblazoned with a purple-on-green palette, that explodes into a cloud of toxic fumes when people get too close. These fumes are slightly corrosive, and can eat away at armor and weaken the integrity of the armor.
  Vulcan Yew - Bio-Engineered marvels from KC-00032, the seeds grow into miniguns that fire high velocity armor piercing rounds, capable of putting a nasty dent on armored enemies as well as poisoning them. Gifted by Eos after the Oblivion Dungeon.

Sample Post:

MORE CONVENIENCE!

The fungal skeleton stands over a grave, his knees on the ground and his hands on his lap. This was a grave he had to dig decades ago on that day that fate decided how he would spend his life. That day he wept tears of sadness and ultimate regret at letting his one love leave him at the hands of what used to be his old friend and leader. The one gift of hers to the world was his pet and child, and he promised to care for the pet until he could find a way to bring her back.

Months ago, he found out he didn't have to, as he decapitated the ghost of his lover with one chop of the cutlass he carried on him. The sadness was great, and while it brought Bonesword the sadness he had experienced once before, he was given hope that he might have a chance to reunite with his lover without succumbing to what made him what he is. He began to research into a way, and was fruitless in his tasks as a letter from his lover spelled out his sadness. She said for him to move on, not just for her, but for himself. It was time to let go and forget.

Here he was, over her grave, for what seemed like the last time for eternity.

A man walked over to the crouching swordsman and placed his hand on his shoulder. The man seemed like he was in his late seventies, if not older. The grizzly voice of the man called to the skeleton. "Paying your respects again?"

"Yes."

The man nodded as he stood there with the swordsman, his hands in his pockets and his eyes looking down at the gravestone. "... for what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It is time for us to forget."

"Forget? She is what made you what you are today. She's the one that made all of us what we are today."

"She was."

"So why must we forget now?"

"Its time for us to move on, friend. You know this as well as I do."

"... I guess you're right, Bonesword."

"... Brock." The swordsman rose from his knees and drew the cutlass that beheaded his lover months ago.

"Brock?"

"Bonesword is not my name. It was Brock Sinclair before all of this started." The skeleton takes one last look as the grave before jabbing his sword into it and looking up at the sky.

"Brock, you're welcome to stay here. Might as well for a while."

"No," the swordsman states as he begins to walk towards the way he came. "I'm a soldier. I must return to my job."

"You're welcome here anytime, friend."

The skeleton turns around towards the man. "The village is now in your hands, son."

With his last words said, the skeleton turns back towards the way he came, and he begins to walk.

Other:
Theme - Katanatrousle

Finished! That was actually kind of quick.

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The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Patiently Waiting

@Old Amsterdam@AngelofOctober

"If my say means anything, it could be a matter of just a famished ghoul eating... well... whatever they could easily get," the junior started off. She wasn't talkative throughout most of the ride over, but now she found an opportunity to talk and she was going to try and help the situation the best she could. "It would explain the erratic behavior, right? You have to find what you can eat, so you'd eat what seems easiest."

Yuno sat there for a few seconds in silence before she piped up again. "If we need bait, I'd be willing as long as you promise to not leave me for dead." Live bait had to be tempting for a ghoul, and with Yuno being a "snack" as some people had called her in the academy, she had to be tantalizing to at least some ghouls.

The Narrow Path

"I say we locate miss Magdalene next. Her magical aptitude will prove very helpful in our quest to get the team reunited," Jen's voice echoes as she leads the way out of the sewers.

You escape the sewers near the entrance to the Rich District as you notice your clothes are covered in gunk and gack. You can't go into the Rich District like that, definitely not. You'd be burned if you tried. Looks like you might have to find another way in.

"May I hold the book?"

"... Tobias, what do you think?"

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Eklispe
Assume OL is still in transit. He's probably having difficulties with that.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Abigail walked over to the table with the assassin leaders, sipping again from her chemically infused drink and grunting yet again. She was definitely drinking some crazy strong stuff, that was certain. Sitting next to Baigo wouldn't actually be a great idea, considering his past and how he was a farmer. He'd have to have experienced the smell of Miracle-Gro at least once in his life. Maybe not Miracle-Gro but maybe pesticide. They smelled similar at least.

The serious mood was interrupted, however, by the cocaine-crazy maniac leaping through the window and shattering glass all over the ground. That. Was. Hilarious. Ok, this might've been the vodka talking, but the sudden and random appearance of this man just tickled Abigail super hard. She couldn't help but chuckle a few good times before sipping her drink again, trying to suppress her emotions with another grunt. Then she didn't grunt. Perfectly timed mess up.

"I-I'm sorry... I get emotional when I drink..." she felt the need to apologize for her behavior then she hushed and waited for the agents to address her.

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

Anomaly

Xoxi's Super Cool Fortress of Awesome

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"... The Sisters...?" Xoxi asked with a tone of ignorance. "Who are the Sisters? My knowledge is a bit off," the amputee asked, unsure of where this conversation was going. Great, she just went down a path of predetermined outcomes. Hey, Foxi... Shoxi... Roxi... bah whatever your name is, try forging your own path for once. God it feels like you're following a predetermined narrative sometimes.

The Narrow Path

You see a slimy green hand raise up out of the area before you see the familiar face of Gobbo, covered in small blood speckles and with a green glow around his eyes. "Tobiash! It ish really you!" The faint smell of charred goblin wafts into you and Jen's nose as Gobbo climbs up, his other hand covered in a used spell scroll. "I got thish from shomeone on my way in! It was a pyroblasht!"

Jen chuckles softly before covering her nose. "That was quick."