Gardevoiran

The Narrow Path

"We might see him a-" Eve stops talking as the world around you dims, all the colors of the people around you getting hit with a gray tint. Everything seems to stop as well, as if you are frozen in time.

Standing between you and the only other moving person, Brock, is the cloaked figure of a woman.

Hello once again, my children. The sultry voice of a familiar deity speaks to you, Brock, and one other as it stands there between you two. I trust everything is going well?

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

NOTICE
Just like the above sheet, Outlet is set to take stage when Last Minute makes an official appearance. For now she is accepted and is awaiting her big appearance.

Outlet

Meh I'll be doing a good drawing of her that's actually mine soon so I can use that here as her picture. Here's a placeholder.

Name: Rosa Weiss Tripp
Alias: Outlet
Age: 22
Alignment: Villain
Loyalty: Last Minute (Second-In-Command)
Appearance: Rosa boasts an elegant frame with her lengthened legs and sleek body, complimented even further by the thin arms stretching off of her frame. Her hair is at a longer length with a dirty blonde color. A small mole is on her cheek, but it doesn't take away from the overall appearance of the girl's body. She stands at 5'5", and typically dresses like your average college student when she's acting as a civilian.

As Outlet, the girl dons a bodysuit of silver and copper colors, accented by blue markings along the seams of the suit, and complete with short metal rods attached along the back of the suit and chained together. The lower half of her face is obscured by a mask, reaching up to the bridge of her nose, but still allowing her to breathe quite easily.
History:

The Start

It was a dark and stormy night around the confines of the Tripp house, the rest of the family out on an event while Rosa stayed home to do some personal things. Studying for her college class, cleaning her room, 'hanging out' with her friends, stuff like that. It was an uninteresting night aside from the occasional lightning strikes off in the distance, making her slightly weary. She didn't fret though. Fretting would be a bad idea for the time being.

As she finished off a problem for her Chemistry homework, she was surprised by the sudden disappearance of the light emitting from her lamp. Trying to turn it back on proved futile as she made her discovery. The power had gone out. Splendid. Picking up her cell, the teen began to call her parents to let them know the issue when she heard a noise on the door.

A loud noise.

It startled her enough to where she dropped her phone onto the ground. After picking up the flashlight from under her bed, Rosa flicked it on and listened as she heard the door creak open, loud footsteps drumming against the floor as it made its way around her house.

"Little girl~. Come out, come out! I ain't gon' hurt'cha!"

Someone was in her house. No... there were two people. She heard another unsynced set of stomping follow the initial one.

Rosa paced in her room, carefully to avoid making noise. What was she to do? She was defenseless and alone in a house with two criminals, breaking in and looking for... for... what were they even looking for? Money? Liquor? Drugs? Probably not that last one, she didn't have any of those anyway. Maybe her brother did, but she definitely didn't.

She heard a knock on her door before it rushed open, one of the men standing and staring at her, wearing a dark robe over his body. His beard was the only visible detail about his body she could note. The man, with a voice like sandpaper, spoke to her. "Do not panic, it is only for Them." What was he ta-

Within an instant, Rosa saw black as a smell rushed under her nose.

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When she awoke next, she found herself surrounded by similar dark cloaked figures, all staring at her. What's more, she found herself naked and in front of a flagpole. The storm was still raging on as the water pelted against her skin, the cold rain making the girl shiver. Her face teared up as she struggled to free herself from her bindings, but she only wasted her energy as she desperately tried to escape. She watched on as the man who she saw kidnapped her began to speak out to his group.

"Brothers, we gather around this pole with our offering to Them in hopes that They will lay waste to this world and help wash it anew. They have come before, in Vanderhoof, Kyushu, Seattle, and They have laid waste to numerous lives, preparing the deceased for the day of reckoning, where this world will move on." Rosa's crying intensified as the man continued his speech.

"We have prepared for Them the sacrifice of this girl, who has been stripped of her clothes and presented to Them in a way that is most promising to Them. Now, with our sacrifice prepared, we all shall chant the sacred cryptics until lightning strikes this pole, sending her to Them." The cloaked men began chanting as the speaker turned to Rosa, staring her down as he spoke directly to her.

"My child, do you understand the role you play?" he asked her, his voice grating against her ears.

"Let me go! I don't want to be a sacrifice! Please!"

The man snickered as he and his brothers all lifted the girl up, getting into her personal space and all handsy with her. None of them had any intent to molest her, but it was rather uncomfortable having several men tie you to a flagpole. Try as she might to struggle and free herself from the pole, she was tied to it, and the only thing she could do then was beg and scream.

"NO! PLEASE! LET ME GO! I'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG, PLEASE LET ME GO-," Rosa's screams were cut off beyond then, as a bolt of lightning struck the flagpole she was attached to and electrocuted her entire body. For a moment, Rosa felt like she was dead, but the feelings faded away as she felt her body slowly return to life. The cloaked men gathered around her as they watched her body lay in the dirt.

"What... the..." the speaker started to speak as Rosa began to get back up on her feet, wobbly, but definitely alive. Her bindings were burnt off, her heart was beating fast, and she was furious at the men who surrounded her.

Their bodies were found the next day, clearly electrocuted beyond any livable measure, impaled on what appeared to be spoons, and most certainly dead. One man was found naked, all men had lost their wallets, and Rosa was nowhere to be seen.

Her trigger wasn't the lightning, no. It was the stress and event before that caused her to trigger. Her power just acted as soon as she was contacted by the bolt of lightning. Only we, as gods, are allowed to understand this information at the current time.

The Gathering

Hanna sat in the home they had broken into and claimed for the time being. The owners were... Somewhere. She couldn't remember if it was the basement or the attic or maybe it was a closet? Whatever. They needed the place, it was big, and she had seen them bring in this TV that was definitely going to have a part she wanted. So, here they were.

She was lazily taking apart the 70 inch TV, spread out over their impressively large living room, in front of an actual fireplace! This was great!

Rosa stepped into the room and walked over to Hanna, laying down beside her with a dopey grin. She looked up at the redhead and giggled a little. "They have a nice bathroom here, Zug~. We could stay here for a lot longer, or until the power goes out and the water turns off..." What could anyone do to them? Calling the police was just a matter of running, hiding, or fighting, and they certainly could do all of that. Regardless, she knew it wasn't gonna last forever, and the main purpose that they had come in to squat for was the TV. "Did you find the parts you needed?"

"Mhmm," Hanna answered as she held some seemingly random parts up, still lost to her tinker ideas. "Bathroom nice? Bit fancy. They'll be noticed tomorrow."

She frowned. "Does that mean we need to leave tonight, though? One night here wouldn't hurt too bad, would it? It'd give you real light to work under, and a place where we don't have to think about being on the move immediately..." Rosa rolled onto her back and watched Hanna, waiting for her answer like an eager child.

Hanna looked up, confused. "It bothers you?"

"No, but sometimes it's nice to not have to worry," Rosa smiled. "Sometimes I just want to be with you and not think, is all."

Hanna raised an eyebrow, setting down the parts she was still examining. "Oh?"

“Mhmm.” Rosa cocked her head to the side. “Nothing wrong with that, right?”

"No." Hanna looked over critically. "I feel like there's something else."

Rosa shrugged. “Maybe there is. What’re you thinking, Zug?”

"I'm thinking you should get to the point, little bird, before the sun dies," Hanna said with a smirk.

She sighed. “I wanna... be closer. We’ve been together as a duo for a while, but you just seem really distant from me.”

Hanna's gaze seemed to move past Rosa, staring into nothing, before her eyes refocused. "The last time I let someone in they destroyed everything."

“I promise I won’t.” Rosa said with a smile. “I’ve been with you causing mayhem for this long, and I’m not gonna leave you...”

Hanna snorted, rolling her eyes. "We've been doing what we needed to. I wouldn't call it mayhem so much as... Taking what we're due. And soon we'll start something big and change the whole world in the process."

There's a pause as she thinks.

"You could prove it."

“I’m in.” Rosa immediately sits up. “What do I need to do?”

"Run. You've seen me work, you've seen what I can do. What I can do with Artemis. I'm going to hunt you. Either you live and I'll trust you to be closer or..." She left the statement open as she stood. "You can back out now or get running."

Rosa’s eyes widened and her smile quickly inverted. “O-oh...” Rosa moved up to her feet before carefully watching, backing away from Hanna slowly. “How long do I get before you can trust me, Zug?”

Hanna stopped as she grabbed Artemis, considering. "24 hours. The sooner you leave the more of a headstart you get on me, y'know," she replied easily.

Rosa nodded and immediately broke for it.

Hanna snorted as the first footsteps started, a wry grin on her face as she continued to gear up. "Run, little bird, run."

Rosa opened one of the windows in the house and climbed through, running outside and into the woods as quick as she could. If she got far enough, she could stay safe and survive the night. She knew where to go after, she just had to live.

It took Hanna about half an hour of leisurely getting ready before she exited out into the back porch, activating her visor.

Operations check: No errors found.
Systems: Active.
Tracking: Footprints highlighting.
Thermal: On.

"Thatta girl," Hanna whispered before jumping off the deck.

The path of Rosa was littered with small explosions from place to place, blasting away the footsteps with careful precision as the girl kept fleeing. She couldn't run all night, but she could throw a wrench in her partner's plans.

"I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm so gonna die..."

Hanna came across where the first explosion was and snickered. It wouldn't been harder to follow footsteps of she'd tried harder. But explosions? Silly Rosa, these were easier. Turning off her tracking software Hanna continued forward, activating one of her sonar arrows instead while she followed the disturbances from Rosa's attempt at covering her tracks.

The disturbances ended a fair distance away from that as the footprints altogether stopped, with Rosa's footprints being gone as well. She was making much more careful steps as she started to sneak around, hoping that her steps didn't give her location away so easily.

When Hanna came to the end of the trail she nodded to herself. Not so dumb after all. She stood there, looking around slowly. Carefully she knocked an arrow and let it fly a moment later as a brief light in her thermals showed through the trees.

It was a bipedal object, certainly too small to be bigfoot. Rosa heard the arrow land in a tree and froze up immediately, crouching down behind a nearby fallen log to use as cover in case another arrow went flying.

Sure enough another one came right after the first, this one with almost whistling as it weaved through the trees above before dropping straight at Rosa.

The girl managed to roll out of the way just barely before exhaling with relief. The relief quickly subsided, though, as Rosa dove over to a nearby tree and began scaling it, launching a rod right at the ground beneath it.

Hanna brow furrowed behind her visor. "Artemis, explain."

Obstacles unavoidable, shots not optimal.

She cursed quietly, pulling up her sonar feed. Her first arrow had been interrupted by a tree, she could see it from here. The second was most likely ruined from hitting the ground. Now... Where was...

Slowly she started walking, making barely any sound at all as she moved not in the direction of Rosa's tree! Had she caught a break?

Rosa stayed dead silent as she climbed up the tree, being very careful as to not make a single noise while scaling it. "Please don't see me, please don't see me..."

Which was immediately when an arrow embedded itself right where her chest had been, the impact sending a thud through the tree that shook leaves free.

"Son of a bitch!" Rosa let out a squeak of panic as she grabbed onto the branch she was on. She's out for blood alright! How long had she been hiding out for, anyway? She didn't even know, nor did she care, all she had to do was realize that it was time to go here in a second...!

As that thought passed through her bind there was another impact, lower on the tree, followed by a thunderous explosion. Hanna had chosen to fire one of her explosive arrows into the tree!

The tree snapped and began to slowly tip as Rosa leapt over to another tree, carefully treading along it's tops before falling down to lower branches, heading towards the ground at a quickened, yet safe, pace. Nope, staying in a tree wasn't gonna cut it here, no sir. Attacking Hanna wasn't an option, either, since she didn't want to risk hurting her too bad with her power. She couldn't do that... i-it'd be awful...!

Hanna watched carefully with her vision modes off besides the sonar. With them on she could've permanently blinded herself, and that just wouldn't do.

"What do you think, Artemis?"

Low probability that Subject Rosa was terminated in the blast. Potential for injuries moderate.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

For the moment it was quiet. Thankfully the explosion hadn't started a fire, and the blast was likely to have been contained to the forest.

Rosa waited for a moment until she decided it was time to slide off, releasing the energy in the rod she planted at the base of that tree as she hit the ground, beginning to carefully tiptoe away from Hanna.

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It had been a long night and a longer day. The only respite was early in the morning when Hanna had taken a nap.

Now, however, after countless close calls and plenty of evading, Rosa had ran out of options. She'd been pinned by her clothes to a tree and Hanna stood several yards away and in front of her. Pulling out an arrow and leveling it Rosa's face, she frowned. "You tried," she said, drawing back the string and -

Promptly lowering and releasing the tension without shooting. She smirked, dropping the arrow into her quiver and hooking Artemis onto her latching point. "Well, that was close. Another second and you'd have died!" Her voice was cheery as she yanked the arrows free.

"W-what?" Rosa looked confused as she fell to the ground, tired, a bit bloody, and dirty. "D-does this mean...?"

"Yup!" Hanna answered happily, pulling the smaller girl to her feet with a wink. "24 hours and here we are. I guess I can trust you not to leave if you're still here."

Rosa stood, wobbly from exhaustion, before smiling. "Heh... I guess I did make it..." She leaned against a tree before wiping the dirt from her face, only to get it more dirty. "I-I'm a mess, though..."

"You did say that they had a really nice bathroom..." Hanna said with a sideways glance.

"Well, Hanna, that was before we played around in a forest for an entire day..." Rosa chuckled with a sarcastic tone. "... do you think we can still go back and use it... though..."

"Definitely. We can spend the night and get a good rest. I'll just pull everything I can find from all their electronics in the morning before we go somewhere nice for a while."

"Where are we gonna go after this, though?" Rosa stepped over to Hanna and grabbed her hand. "Will it finally be that time, Hanna?"

"Sure. Between the two of us I'm sure we can find what we need. Who we need."

"We need more than just us?" Rosa tilted her head. "Who else do we need?"

To that Hanna only smirked as she led the way back to their temporary home.

(The next two hiders are non-canon, but shall persist.)

The Meeting

Rosa set out on her own a month or two ago, heading towards a distant town with her friend's family. Her own had rejected her after seeing what became of her, but she didn't blame them. Rosa didn't even know what had become of her. All she knew was that she found the nearest bus and hitched a ride to her friend's house.

Now here she was, sitting in her friend's house, scared about the gas station that blew up in the town. Her friend paced back and forth in front of her cheap, but comfortable, couch, Rosa sitting on it and watching. "How the fuck did you blow up a gas station?! That shit's crazy!"

"I-I dunno! I just stepped near a gas pump and i-it exploded!"

"Fuckin' hell Rosa, you can't do that shit! Get outta here before the cops show up at my fucking door!"

"Where the hell do I go, then?!"

"I don't fucking know but I don't care either! Come back for your things once the heat's off you!"

Rosa ran out the door and into the city, using her friend's sweatshirt to hide her face from the crowds. She was wanted right now, and she needed to let things simmer down until she showed her face again. Staring down the street, the girl noticed a police car driving down it and instinctively ducked into an alleyway. Crouching behind a dumpster, Rosa put her head in her hands and began to sob. "What's wrong with you?!" She just wanted to go back to her normal life, she didn't want to be a walking bomb and explode every gas station she stepped close to.

"Wrong? No no no. What's right with you." A voice said from above. Sitting in the edge of the dumpster was a tall, beautiful redhead with dark blue eyes and some freckles.

Rosa looked up at the redhead and panicked, a metal rod shooting out of her left hand as she yelped. "GAH! Who are you?!"

A sly grin crossed her lips. "Someone who can help you. I've been tracking your activity. And ding, dong, the clock is on." She dropped down beside Rosa, ruffling her hair lightly. "And put that away, lovely. It wouldn't make me go away."

Rosa blinked before she lifted her hand, the spoon-like rod showing that it was definitely stuck in the ground. "You've been... tracking me...? Why?" She had to ask why. Was this a stalker? No... stalkers were usually less beautiful. Usually.

"Because I want you to join me. Do marvelous things, see marvelous places. We have power, and we should use it. Intelligently, of course."

"We have power? You're cursed with the same bullshit I am?" Rosa asked, carefully watching the street beyond the alley's entrance in case she needed to make an escape. "... I... I-I'm not sure I understand..."

"Run, and I'll stop you," the woman said sing-song. "It's not a curse. It's a blessing. I can help you control it, mold it, use it. All you have to do is come with me."

Rosa thought about the offer for a second before asking one final question. "How do I know I can trust you...?" The offer was tempting, considering her best friend basically kicked her out of her place a few minutes ago, but this seemed too sketchy for her to just... go with.

"The kicker! You don't. But if I felt like killing you, we wouldn't be talking now would we?" She ruffled the girl's hair again. "Trust me, and I'll show you the world."

"... o-okay..." Rosa's voice was soft, wavy, and definitely intimidated, but if this person could help her, what other choice did she have.

The woman pulled Rosa to her feet, holding her in a tight hug. "Zugzwang will take good care of you, yes I will."

Rosa leaned into the hug, her cares melting away. It had been so long since she had a real hug, and this was... this was a good one. It's all she could have wanted at that moment in time.

The Aftermath

At first, the crimes were terrifying and awful. The breaking, the entering, everything really, but as Zugzwang kept encouraging her to do better and keep working, it all became... second nature to Rosa. She felt stronger with her powers, and it was rather... fun to be Outlet. Besides, she was able to stay with Zugzwang for as long as she wanted, which was appreciated considering Zugzwang was always willing to hold the girl close to her in case she needed hug, which was often.

She felt closer to Zugzwang right now than she had felt for her brother in her entire life.

Zugzwang was always there to listen to Rosa's troubles and never minded when Rosa wanted to just snuggle. She was a great person, even if her morals were... unaligned.

Rosa laid on the couch with Zugzwang, looking up at the redhead with a smile on her face and a happy feeling in her heart. She was comfortable right there, but she felt like she could have so much more with Zugzwang. She reached up to Zugzwang's face and patted it with a playful motion. "Hello, cuddlebunny~."

"Morning, thorn, sky lighting the mind." Zugzwang replied, ruffling Rosa's hair.

Rosa traced her finger down to Zugzwang's chin as she trailed off into a question. "Bun, what do you think of me?"

"Full, bull, twixt your heart and soul," she said with a wink. "Why do you ask?"

"I dunno..." Rosa twirled a few strands of her hair as she looked off to the side. "I... I think I want to be... closer to you..."

"Closer?" Zugzwang was smiling. "Forever together?"

"Y-yeah... something like that." Rosa’s face was red with blush. "... god, I must sound stupid," Rosa joked.

"The only stupid is the unsure. I can fix that." Standing up, she pulled Rosa with her. "Come. Go go go. Abandoned factory, then we'll know."

Rosa was surprised. "R-right now?" It seemed like the offer was out of nowhere, but then again, she should have expected that at this point. It was Zugzwang after all.

"Immediately. If you can pass my test, I'll never let you go."

Rosa’s face lit up with a smile when she heard the final part of that. "Really?"

"Really, really."

"Do I need anything, cuddlebunny?"

Zugzwang simply laughed. "One rule. No powers. For your safety."

"Yes ma'am!" Rosa had a cheery tone in her voice as she walked with Zugzwang to the warehouse, eager to succeed at this test.

Personality

Motivations: For Zugzwang to be happy.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Likes:

• Spoons
• Cuddling
• Intimate Contact
• Coke (the soda)
• Sunbathing
• Salty Snacks
• Swearing
• Cop Shows (Ironic)

Dislikes:

• Drugs
• Being away from people
• Rejection
• Photos
• Derogatory Nicknames
• Police
• Cults

Derangement: Rosa becomes actively distressed and erratic when she has gone a fair amount of time without any intimate contact with another person she trusts. It makes her actions akin to what a drug addicts would be if they were in withdrawal.

Parahumanism

Skills: Cooking, cuddling, snuggling, listening, acrobatics, being flexible, and kickboxing. She's both wife material and bodyguard material.
Classification: Blaster / Striker
Details: In addition to being able to manipulate electricity via touch (working on an absorption-based system), Rosa is able to fire a series of metal rods out of her body that act as lightning rods, sapping the nearby environment of it's electricity and causing the rod to automatically fire lighting out of it at any nearby entities excluding Rosa herself. If multiple rods are within a meter of at least one rod, a link will be formed where an electric fence will be constructed, causing as much damage as Rosa will allow. Each rod fired can be fired as a trap rod, where the rod will not fire but rather store all energy it has obtained, releasing all energy into one condensed explosion of electricity. Additionally, her feet and hands all radiate electricity. There are ways to bypass this but, without proper precautions, using a gun causes the gun to explode, sitting in a car causes the car to short-circuit, and stepping near a gas station without proper footwear results in 4 people killed.
Limitations: Rosa cannot absorb any natural electricity generated by humans (like electric impulses) due to the Manton effect, and Rosa herself can only absorb electricity from her rods and not from a direct source of power, say a battery or a transformer. Additionally, Rosa is unable to take in large quantities of electricity at one time, otherwise she will overcharge and temporarily lose control of her body as she enters a paralyzed state temporarily.
Equipment: Rosa carries a set of spoons on her. Why spoons? They work the best with her power.

Hellpact

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Ah yes, legal documents allowing her to stay in the US without legal persecution. That's something Carnation needed more than anything else right now. Of course, she'd need to find a better name than the one she had in Aus' to get around the states without any sort of prosecution from people hearing of the 'missing child' that was 'found' in Boston. She could stick with using Carnation as her first name and just go by Morgan as her last, but she didn't need to think of all this nonsense right now. What mattered was the challenge that Lady Eve had put the group up to.

The girl turned slightly pink as she stood beside this Erin girl, staring at the rest of the crowd. Erin had taken the center stage and indirectly brought Carnation up there with her. She was kind of afraid of being in the spotlight, but she'd have to accommodate for it when she inevitably took over the world, so this was some practice. It wasn't good practice, but it was some most definitely.

That's when Erin's vial of... w-what was that? It wasn't like the ketchup she saw in stores, it was more thin than that, but it had chunks floating in it as well. What the hell was in that damn vial? Carnation backed behind Erin and hugged her as she watched from behind her, clearly more afraid of the contents of the vial than she was of the magic it could use. Just in case, Carnation slid on her skin glove as she looked to Alonzo for continuing the situation.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Meeting the New Crew IV

Bonekid's bottom jaw dropped as he saw his favorite pal and his closest ally, the Shroomblade, being used as a toothpick by this drunkard! He had observed it after he heard Boone's rather unfriendly response to his first mate. He was honestly confused at what to be more appalled at, the treatment he had just been received by his own captain, or the drunk picking his teeth with the strongest weapon Bonekid had ever held.

Bonekid walked over to the Runch Crew's doctor with his hands fumbling around in front of his chest. He didn't know what to say at the moment, so he just went for what he needed to ask. "G-good doctor, I would like to have my sword back, please..." As he asked, Bonekid gave a dark glower to Dirk as the former-slave continued to cause his own trademarked brand of ruckus. He had enough of Dirk's craziness for one day, and he was incredibly tempted to ask Feya to get Dirk back onto the Runner.

Speaking of the Runner, after he got his sword and made a few notes on Runch's Bori-Bori-no-Mi in the encyclopedia he had, he was tempted to just head back to the ship and check on his mom. Wait... his mom wasn't on the Runner. She was in the Guppy because Boone had carried her here, how could he forget? It was probably meeting the great captain of this ship, but despite meeting Runch, Bonekid wanted to make sure his mom was alright. Before anything, though, he needed his sword back.

So he waited patiently for his sword, his foot tapping against the ground eagerly as he waited.

Hellpact

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Carnation sat there for a second and took in the situation. Everyone in this room had affiliations with the supernatural, big whoop, but that salary and the benefits? Fuckin' legendary stuff, right there. Sure, Carnation would do just about anything for a house where she could sleep and not worry about any thugs trying to grab her in her sleep, but this was quite the offer extended to her. On top of that, she was getting paid a hefty amount of money for it. Her old parents told her how much money someone like her could make if she did what she was told and became a pharmacist, but... that was before they died. The healthcare was pretty good too, she guessed. Aus' has it free, so it's a whatever deal.

There was a bigger question on Carnation's mind right now, though. What name should the people here call her? Normally the answer would be 'Carnation Hendricks, ruler of all and slayer of wrongs', but that didn't really work well with her reputation in Aus'. She'd been labeled as a serial killer by the authorities, and in case this whole job goes awry, she really didn't want for anyone to be able to identify her. Maybe just introducing herself as Morgan? Her middle name wasn't known to the public, so that was a good idea. Maybe.

As Carnation tried to stand up to address the others in the room, she found herself held down by the woman who acted like a helicopter mother to the girl. Attempting again only proved futile as Carnation let out a groan, giving into the mother's possessive nature as she spoke to the group overall. "... I'm Morgan, I dunno this woman, and I'm totally fuckin' down with this gig, mates." Carnation's voice was higher, allowing for her to be heard throughout the silent room easily.

Turning her head towards Lady Eve, Carnation gave her first direct address to the hostess. "Apologies for not dressing for the occasion, Lady Eve, but this was the best outfit I could find on standby." Carn snickered after speaking. It truly was the best she could find, as everything else had a few stains on them.

The Narrow Path

You see the man walk off into the trees as you hear a bit of ambient noise behind you. Jen's leaving her tent with a brand new sword. It's made of the same material you recall wielding in Hell alongside the friends (and foes) that helped you escape. You see Brock about ten feet away from her, standing beside a training dummy.

Within an instant, Jen rushes the dummy and unleashes a hefty slash, but Brock responds by unsheathing his own sword and taking a position beside her, swinging his sword in a way as if he's teaching her. Maybe this is for the best with Jen.

Eve hugs you while you watch. It's really comforting, almost drowsily so.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Testing the Tarry Waters

A collab between @Old Amsterdam and yours truly to act as an interlude

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Kendall sat in a well-lit room, a hospital gown on as-per normal testing criterion. She didn't know exactly what was going on at the time, but she didn't question it. A few of the officials from the PRT had come to apparently record her powers and observe the attributes of said powers. She didn't understand what that meant, but she was willing to do whatever as long as she had some water. It was provided, thankfully.

"Thanks for coming, Miss Banks. There's no wrong answers here, so don't be nervous," a woman in a lab coat and a friendly smile said as she came over. "I'm Alina Brestoff, and I'll be conducting this exam. We want to help you get a better understanding of your abilities, alright?"

"Okay!" Kendall cheerfully says as she sits in her seat, looking up at the new woman in the room. The friendly smile was definitely something that helped her feel welcome. "Has anyone told you that you're pretty?" The smile sold the prettiness to Kendall, if she was honest.

"Not during an examination, but I've heard it before. But thank you. The compliment is appreciated." Brestoff made a few marks on the clipboard she carried, glancing back at the door. "Think you're ready?"

"Yes ma'am!" Kendall said as a small slice of her hair turned into tar. The slice quickly reverted back to her hair as she acted like nothing happened.

"Was that intentional?" Brestoff asked with a smile. "I hope you won't hate me for all the questions I'm about to send your way."

"I won't, but was what intentional?" Kendall tilted her head as she looked at Brestoff.

"The small transformation of your hair just a moment ago, dear."

Kendall shrugs as she sits there. "I think that just happens sometimes before I transform my body, that's all."

"Interesting. Can you do a full body transformation?" Brestoff asked as she motioned for Kendall to follow her into the wide, open room that would serve as the training area.

Kendall nods before walking over and standing in the wider space. Her entire body melts down into a puddle of black tar with a ruby shine, the puddle spreading out on the floor as a small tentacle rises from the tar. It looks like it is giving a thumbs-up.

"Well done. Now, can you still understand everything I'm saying?"

Kendall's upper body reforms out of the tarry mass, looking at Brestoff. "It's like you're speaking through radio static, but yep!" Kendall's hospital gown is visibly the same at her shoulders, but it does turn into tar as it approaches below her chest.

Brestoff nods. "And how thin can you make yourself? Can you move in this blob form?"

Kendall gives a quick nod as the tarry mass engulfs her again, moving fluidly through the environment as it weaves around the area. It stops to try and stretch vertically before it gives out at about 4 inches in diameter.

Brestoff watches avidly throughout the display, making notes as she goes. "Why don't you try to describe everything you're able to do?"

Kendall reforms into her normal body, slightly tilted as her left arm and left leg are switched. "I can turn whatever body part I want into this... tarry mass... it regenerates when I'm hurt a lot, and... I think there's one more thing about it but I don't know if I ca-" Kendall notices her arm and leg and blush hard. "U-um... whoops, heh-heh..."

"It's quite alright, dear. What were you saying?"

"I-It's really hard to explain," Kendall says as her arm and leg turn into tar, fixing positions before she returns to talking. "I guess I can demonstrate it... but I need someone to do it with..."

"Mhmm. Well, we have some rats we use for some of the Master tests... Let me just..."

After a few moments she came back, carrying a cage with a plain brown rat inside it. "I don't need to let it out, do I? I hate these things."

"No you don't..." Kendall walks over to the cage and sits down in front of it. Her face falls into a slight frown as she closes her eyes, a tentacle grabbing the rat and lifting it up with a firm, but not harmful, grip. "S-sorry..." Kendall mutters as her other hand contorts into another tentacle, stuffing itself into the mouth of the rat and filling it up with tar.

It is placed back down as Kendall stands back up, her left hand reforming and with a lack of all five fingers. Still with her eyes closed, Kendall speaks. "T-the rat..."

Observing the rat would prove it is now moving in ways that it normally would not do. Instead of scurrying around the cage frantically, it is now slowly trotting backwards in the cage, its mouth leaking black tar and its eyes dilated beyond belief.

"Mhmm. That's interesting. Do you control it directly, or did you implant a command?" Brestoff appeared nothing if not interested in the ability.

"I-it's a bit of both..." Kendall sheepishly admitted as the rat began to walk side to side, sometimes displaying pain with it's movements. Finally, the rat began to curl and contort before spewing the dark tar onto the floor of it's cage, Kendall's head buried into her lap. "I-I don't like controlling animals..."

"Controlling anything is a weight that shouldn't be carried lightly," the examiner said quietly. "Do they always vomit the substance back up like that?"

Kendall nodded slowly before the rat seemingly went unconscious, furthering the guilt that Kendall had. "I think the tar is... indigestible. It makes you sick if it stays in too long..,"

Brestoff nodded again taking the small cage away.

"Moving on.... Are you able to regrow missing tar? Can you throw it? Can you produce more?"

Kendall nods as she throws her arm towards the wall, the entire hand being flung as a ball of tar that splatters against the same wall. "I can regrow missing tar and produce more, but it’s really specific. There was one time I can think of that caused it immediately."

"Is that something you're able to talk about, or would you prefer not to go into details?"

Kendall looks at Brestoff as the tar from the wall slinks back to her stumped arm. “I can explain, but it’s reeeally really complicated,” Kendall says as she begins walking around in a circle. "My arm got caught in a tough spot a few months after my power came to me. It was too tough for me to just... tar my way out of, so I broke free from my arm. It began to regrow as soon as I noticed my arm was gone, and it grew actually pretty fast."

"That sounds pretty terrible, if I'm being honest. Do you still feel in the altered state?"

"It’s... fuzzy. I can still... feel the arm, but it doesn’t exactly feel like anything is there. Radio static," Kendall reused the term, as if she lacked any easy way to describe it. "It grew back, and the tar stayed where it was where my arm detached."

"Can you grow more by will or is it only during that automation regeneration state?"

"Latter." Kendall was brutally honest. "I tried it later with my dad. There were a few gallon bags used, but we did find a way to store it in our freezer. The leftovers didn’t want to come back, so we just kept it if I needed it."

"Didn't want to come back?"

Kendall points at the tar that is currently slinking up her leg. "This isn’t me doing this."

"So it automatically returns to the source. Interesting. And the other samples didn't. Could you merge with them manually?"

"Yes ma'am. It’s a lot more... uncomfortable to fuse with the gallon bags though." Kendall’s hand turns into tar as it takes the shape of a standard hand. "It’s like taking a shower, but it’s not the nice clean shower. It’s like a cold, sticky, awful shower. I don’t like to do it unless I have to."

"Mhmm. I can imagine it's unpleasant. Anything else you can think of that's.... Different?"

"No ma'am," Kendall hesitantly says. She took a moment to think of mentioning the form shifting but she didn’t want to mention it. That’d be her little secret.

Unknowingly, Kendall starts to drift closer to Brestoff very slowly.

"Mhmmm. We could perform some stress tests to see what the Limits of your form is, but I think I've got enough to go off of with this." Brestoff nodded to herself, smiling. "Yes, I think that's enough. Thanks for coming in today, Miss Banks. I hope it wasn't too terrible," she said with a small wink.

Kendall wraps her arms around Brestoff and pulls into a hug. "It wasn’t! I’m glad I could be of help!" Reluctantly, the girl forces herself away from Brestoff as she wanders to the restrooms to go and change back into her normal clothes.

The War of the Three: Exodus

@Floodtalon@KoL

Bonesword recovered from the abrupt stop quickly as he watched the attack on Charlie end, the familiar of the skeleton being ripped in half as it's master watched on. If Bonesword could shed a tear, he would be doing that right now. How dare this glorified lizard do such a damnable job at killing his pet?! Unceremonious, uncaring, cold... the nerve of this 'Guardian' would not go unpunished, that's for damn sure. Bonesword rose back to his feet as he felt the ground around him begin to act as his eyes for a split-second. The area's interference made it more difficult for the skeleton to see, but he could at least tell that he had to move in a second.

Bonesword side-stepped as he prepped the Cyber Sword, the tail strike simply colliding against the ground as Bonesword stared back at the army he rose. He couldn't admire his handiwork for long as the guardian brought down his machete for a blow directly towards the skeleton's head. With the Cyber Sword prepped, Bonesword caught the machete overhead as it grinded against the plasmatic edge of the new weapon, putting both fighters into a deadlock as they fought for dominance over the other.

A sudden jolt of energy in Bonesword's mind alerted him to the plant missiles Chen had fired previously, and as such, Bonesword deflected the machete of Sobek off to the side before leaping backwards to avoid the missiles. Hopefully the deflect would be enough to stagger the mighty beast just long enough for the missiles to hit him. After that, Bonesword could definitely provide Heaven support for a few minutes before he fell too.

Along with everything going on, the skeletal minions summoned prior to the events in this Marsh would all turn to Sobek and begin to run towards him, intending to swarm the mighty beast with as much power as they could muster.

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@Floodtalon@Lmpkio@Silvan Haven@KoL

Amaterasu took the chance when Nina dodged the giant block to get out of the way herself, rushing over to the newly arrived Castellum and landing on the ground beside him, keeping a close eye out for any attacks on the forces of Heaven while she assessed the situation. The two other angels on her team, Saef and Lucifus, were both near useless despite their supposed reputation, and while she wasn't much to talk, it was shameful to the Imperator and left a very bad mark on Heaven.

Amaterasu raised her hand up as she prepared her power to use on her allies, a Godly Blessing being bestowed upon them as their defenses increased. Chen, Lucifus, and Saef all would likely feel the blessing being bestowed with the feeling of a comfortable warmth showering them, similar to that of a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer without the drowsiness associated with it. "Take my blessing, you three. We have quite the fight ahead of us."

Amaterasu drew the Yata-no-Kagami as she stared at Sobek, a bolt of light following behind Chen's missiles. It was unlikely to be as strong as Chen's attack, but any damage that accumulates on the beast would be useful.

The Narrow Path

"I go where the wind takes me. I'm a man of the land," Caretan comments as he begins walking towards a random direction, surprisingly towards the mountains that you need to go to in the future. You might run into him again.

Eve pokes out from behind you as she watches with a puzzled face. "... a-are the winds calling him that way?"

Reign: Kingdom Come

Lorenzo of Windor

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Lorenzo sat on the horse, watching the scene unfold as he fumbled with the hood of his cloak. This new... Hermit fellow was oddly familiar to the hound trainer outside of his musical talents. He felt like he had met the man a few years prior in an actual conversation, but he had no idea if such a situation was true. It was after the fated incident, and he forwent recalling the good times he had with Loyal during then. Now he had to look towards the future and try to get out of this depressive spell. He really needed to leave the house anyhow.

Martyrdom, on the other hand, walked right up to the Hermit and sat down a few feet in front of him, his eyes staring directly at the Hermit and his tail wagging at a hundred miles an hour. Lorenzo sat atop the horse and watched. He knew Martyrdom better than most, so this was his way of asking someone for a head pat. Lorenzo wasn't fond of the hound much, but the hound knew who to trust and who to not, surprisingly. If the Hermit was a friend to Martyrdom, he could be trusted by Lorenzo.