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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Farce - Panic

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

Farce had an angry face as she walked over to the office and grabbed the intel she needed to get. Was it worth it...? Probably not, at this point.

Walking outside of the room, she found the corpse of a headless Zach Kozel and simply stared. He was really dead. Sparce couldn't add anything to the situation and Farce didn't know what to do. This would be confusing enough to explain as it was already. Hell, the explanation to his parents would be even tougher to talk about.

As much of an idiot as Zach was... still... she'd miss him. He was a good team member. Sure, he was impulsive and a shut-away, but he had something not a lot of people had. A good heart. He was genuine with his actions and never had realized the negatives until it was too late. He went through life like that. At least, that's what the Twins knew of him. They didn't know him for very long, but they weren't going to shrug off the death.

"Sorry to see you go like this, bud."

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Overlook - Running Over Overrun

@BCTheEntity@yoshua171@solokolos@Lugubrious@Floodtalon@Eklispe@Old Amsterdam

Overlook sat near the warehouse, in a car trying to patch into the feed of the Eye from his laptop. It always had a spare camera, and he needed to see how the situation was developing for the Wards.

The driver of the car, a PRT employee named Smith, simply looked to his right at the boy. "Aren't you going to get out, Overlook?"

"No. I can hardly move on this metal leg, let alone fight on it." Overlook's eyes lit up with joy, then rage at the sight. That man... that was Martyr... or it looked like him. He was attacking the Wards with all he had, and it was... it wasn't a good sight. Hell, the Jacks didn't even seem like the Wards were a problem now.

What could Overlook even do, though? He wasn't a combatant, he was a support!

Though... the supports do need to help sometimes... and the angle the car was at right now WAS perfect to avoid friendly casualties.

"Smith. I'm going to sound dumb as hell here, but I need you to ram this car right into THAT wall."

"WHAT? Are you fucking crazy?"

"No. The wall we are facing is right behind a series of hostiles and out of range of the Wards. We'll survive." Overlook's voice changed to his public-appearance voice as he readied his gun.

"... I swear to god... okay..."

The car jetted forward from the street, Overlook holding onto his seat for dear life as the car slammed right through the wall, landing on a series of different Overruns and potentially killing them. The car was dented, and Smith was scared as hell, but it did put a giant hole in the wall for people to run out of.

Smith was gone from the car, having taken a chance to just leap from the door of the car and save his own skin. He was now running away from the fight as quickly as he could, not interested in fighting the super powered capes in there.

A gunshot rang out as Overlook got a headshot on one Overrun to his right, though, his head did lock onto looking at the aura coming from an individual, and the color of that aura was a definite bright-pink. "Shit, this isn't good."

One Piece: New Horizons!

Bonesword, still holding the book, coughed a little bit as a bag of cash somehow found it's way onto the desk. Another cough followed, and another bag of cash hopped onto the table. He coughed again, this time actually keeling over, and two bags of cash flew up onto the desk. Bonesword looked up at the desk and noticed the cash on it and paid no mind to it.

Every time Bonesword coughed, he was really using his powers to fling a bag of cash he had been saving and hiding so he could spend them later. Where did he get them? Only he knew, and that was gonna stay that way. The only clue was that they came out of Bonesword's shirt.

The amount of cash on the desk in front of him was definitely great. Without a need to eat or drink, a limitless supply of paper, and a single weapon that couldn't be replaced, Bonesword didn't have a lot to spend money on aside from flower pots and writing utensils. As such, he had a good horde of cash saved up, and this was one of the few times he was willing to spend it all. He was determined to get this book, and just to make sure...

... one more cough, and two more bags of cash.

The Narrow Path

"Dad got tripped up during the raid... we both got snagged..." Maggy chokes out her words as she stands up, feeling her eyepatch for any significant damage. "What happened to... you...?" Maggy asked you as she stumbled from her stand, catching herself on your shoulder.

Jen looks around your group before she quickly speaks to you. "Tobias. Talk later. Move now."

The War of the Three: Exodus

@KoL@Silvan Haven@TheWindel

"Yes, Lady Stargazer," Amaterasu calmly said as she mustered a smile. Sure, it was a faux smile, but she'd been reading up on her emotional facades. This one conveyed "happiness" and "content", and feeling "content" would be an appropriate reaction in this case. At least, Amaterasu thought it was. Perhaps it wasn't and she just made the situation hopelessly more terrible for everyone. That wouldn't be good at all.

"Also... I would be in your debt forever if you were allowed to elaborate on that subject, Lady Stargazer." If Ciel really knew the truth about the heart, this was the best way to learn how to get it back. Besides that, she was only understanding what had been told to her from others similar to the Stargazer, but not exactly. Speaking of beings similar to the Stargazer...

"Miss Harley, I wish for you to please pardon me of my ignorance. I had not known you were of the same caliber of authority as Lady Stargazer. My dearest apologies." That was... as sincere as it could've been coming from Amaterasu. It was difficult for her to apologize with absolute sincerity, but she tried hard to make it at least sound convincing. She'd been doing so with her sisters for almost a thousand years now, so it was pretty refined at this point.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Lorenzo of Windor

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Writing a letter of adventure was slightly difficult, especially when you couldn't move, but it was decently fine for Lorenzo. He had written notes time and time again for his parents, not that they'd ever see those notes.

After writing a brief note to his parents, Lorenzo scooted his chair over to his trunk and began to pack a series of stuff.

Gear

- Three different cloaks. One black, one brown, and one lavender (not including a white one on currently)
- Trusty Bow
- Quiver of Arrows, approximating twenty-five.
- A thick red blanket made by his mother.
- Two bones.
- The best beef jerky he had.
- Flask of mysterious beverage.
- Flask of water.
- 20 meters of fine quality rope.
- A modestly-wealthy sum of gold.

All of the gear picked by Lorenzo was placed into the deerskin bag he had. It was the best one he had and it was rather reliable for the road.

Martyrdom grabbed his bone and walked over to Lorenzo and began waiting. Lorenzo was seated beside the steed of Col, and with no viable way to get up, sat there rather awkwardly. "Uhm... can I have a hand on getting up from someone?"

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

No Time to Shit Around!

@Old Amsterdam@AngelofOctober

"We're wasting time. We gotta go get this crook before the opportunity provided goes to waste." Yuno was surprisingly ready to go and take on the criminal that kept these sprees of killings up. Normally she'd wait for the details until they got there, but this was one of the few exceptions to it. She wanted to make a good impression for her superiors, and this was one of the best ways in her eyes. Being eager to get to work.

Of course, ghouls just fascinated her in general, but that was besides the point in the grand scheme of things. She really did want to live up to Seto's expectations, especially after he had so much private training with her. It would be a real shame if all of that just went to waste. This mission was a make or break for her, and she had to be sure it was going the right way.

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

@AngelofOctober@Regitnui

"Am I really going to go through with joining this... whore... and Kimber, in the whore's penthouse?" Abigail calmly removed her mask and rubbed her eyes, deciding between tagging along with the duo or heading back to the Lab for her research.

"... goddammit." Abigail left her mask off as she looked back up at Kimber and Asterisk. She had little choice, really. It was gonna be her getting to know these two or her becoming the weirdo of the team. That being said, she tried to get a read on the thoughts of Asterisk, but it was especially cloudy. Too cloudy. This'd be an experience to learn how Asterisk works in depth since her mind was like a brick wall to Abigail's powers.

"I have nothing better to do..." Abigail sighed as she grabbed her drink and downed it in one final gulp. The comment about being the Maiden of Boners was rather rude, but it was forgiven. She's obviously thinking of boners anyway, so mixing up the words was fine this once. "Call me Abigail."

Then Kimber said something about pizza.

This had to be how Baigo felt. Jesus fuckin' Christ, this was gonna be a night she'd regret.

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

Anomaly

Xoxi's Super Cool Fortress of Awesome

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"We should totally go and take them on!" Wait what? That's not what she said! Well look at that. Now you're in a pickle. It'd be really weird for Xoxi to just interrupt her sentence out of the blue, eh? Damn you, voice of chaotic thoughts.

"... s-sorry! Got a little excited there..." Xoxi's face burrowed into her chest and knees as she continued watching the projection, trying to figure out where she had left off in the fight. It seemed like Knight was getting in a bit of a bad spot of trouble. Was the PRT gonna... no they wouldn't let her die there... would they?

Xoxi shook a slight bit, worried for the well being of her colleague and friend.

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

GAH FUCK I FORGOT TO POST WITH THE GUILDCRASH.

*falls as he begins a quick post*

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

"Everyone! Company!" Ursaren called out as he drew his shield and trident, taking the blunt of a fireball directly on the metal shield. He felt his animal instincts surge through him as he resisted the urge to go full on bear-form. The resistance was successful in that aspect, but it made him angry with power and violence. Anything he was doing was effectively auto-pilot at this point. He was gettin' in there and gettin' these dark elves killed with his bare hands, and if that didn't work, his bear hands would.

The water was up to his knees at the most shallow point, but as he kept his shield high, the old man did not falter. He trudged through the water and readied his trident for throwing. One of the dark elf males ran up to him and proceeded to try and cut him down, but as the old man stood there unmoving, the shield was bashed against the skull of the elf, knocking him over into the water and allowing the old man to continue. "Comrades! Assistance would be nice!"