Gardevoiran

The Narrow Path

As soon as you step one foot near Jen, she grabs you and hugs you with a strength that you haven't seen in her for a while. She's clearly excited and can't contain her energy. "Toby! In all my days of being a knight of the greater powers, I never would have imagined that I would see something as fantastic as this!" Her hug is actually a bit uncomfortable, if you feel it. "A-all my forge space was even increased! I can make things that I never could before! It's great!"

You look over to the forge of the Light, and wouldn't you know it, there's now a lot more going on there. There's a mannequin in addition to what seems to be a chest full of even rarer materials for Jen to work with. You also notice Westley over there, sitting at a table with Magdalene at his side (on the ground, but she seemed happy to be there), working on something you don't exactly understand. It doesn't worry you though.

Before long, Jen finally puts you down. "... we heard about Aithwale, but I had consulted the Light on what to do. It suggested to stay positive, and that is what we are doing. Hopefully it makes young Magdalene feel better."

The Narrow Path

"Thish ish meant to be a portable home, acshually," you hear Gobbo pipe up as he looks at you. "T-there are multiple roomsh for the each of ush to ushe for shleeping..." He smiles happily as Abigail leaves the tent in front of you. The rest of your party (minus Eve, who leaped to find the top of the dimensional tent) all disperse to check the rooms.

You have a feeling Abigail wishes to talk to you, whatever that means.

The Narrow Path

Jen follows in after you, along with Abigail, as the spectral woman speaks out loud. "Oh, just let the sun form."

Just beyond the 'horizon' of the pocket dimension, you see a small white ball of light rise through the air. It looks pure and untapped, and it shines onto the ground, which has been turned into a large smooth surface made of an indeterminable material, but it looks like wood tastes. Sturdy and like nothing. It is definitely solid though.

The room possesses a worldly light that illuminates the entire room despite how shadows should work. Everything is visible, and you can notice to the side there's a small building that wasn't there before, matching with several rooms along it. To the side of that, there's a small waterfall with flowing water that you can't describe or understand, along with a wall surrounding it.

Everyone else flows in as you notice Jen smile, a rare sight to behold. "My house... it's beautiful."

"The odd feelin' you feel is pro'lly just the pressure of the pocket dimension, that's all," Westley remarks, holding Magdalene up despite his expression reading that he'd rather be doing anything else right now.

The Narrow Path

You see Gobbo standing in front of the tent before he raises his arms up, a thick lime mist enveloping him and the tent. Everyone but Abigail backs away from the mist and prepare their weapons. It takes a few seconds, but the mist settles and you see the tent fully pitched, now tinted in a green color.

Jen stutters before she gets a full statement out. "D-did that work? Is my home bigger?"

Abigail looks over at you and answers Jen. "There's one way to find out. Toby, care to enter?"

If this is true, then there's only one way to find out.

The Narrow Path

Eve turns around to see you and Maggy there, and she waves jovially at you. "Hey Toby! Your goblin is gonna make the tent bigger!"

Maggy looks up at you with a bit of a worried expression. "B-but isn't Gobbo inexperienced?"

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Internal Dialogue

@Old Amsterdam@floodtalon@Xandrya

Sparce had the back of his head slammed by Whipstitch as he shouted internally, only reacting with a noise through clenched teeth as he sat there and took the hit. "AUGH! Farce why the fuck does your friend hit me so hard?"

I dunno, dude. She doesn't really like guys is what I think.

"Well she could at least resist hitting me! God, she does it every time I'm near her."

Hey man, at least Healer's here.

Sparce nodded as he acknowledged the presence of Healer, hesitant to speak really and begin convening with allies in the faces of so many people, especially in a setting like this. Checking the inner pocket of his jacket, Sparce glanced at his phone to see if there were any updates from Mantis about anything. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing. He said something about his own job earlier, so if he was busy on that it was whatever. For now, this was Sparce's mission, whether he chose to a-

... who's the guy in the motorcycle helmet?

"Excuse me?"

Look to the side, Sparce.

Indeed, there was a character in a motorcycle helmet, and he was... hitting on Healer? What? Sparce raised his eyebrow at that, though it was concealed by the mask he wore. He was actually hitting on Healer.

Why are you so surprised?

"Surely the Jacks would be smarter than to converse with our group, especially like... this."

Hey man, just saying, I'd totally smash Healer if I had the chance.

"... can't disagree."

What's this? My brother being a loose screw for once? BLASPHEMY!

"Oh right, and you actually wearing pants for once isn't?"

You told me yesterday to make sure I looked good and my mask was on for when we transformed. Now I'm here in your mind sittin' around in a goddamn dress and tights waiting for the clock to run out.

"How much time we got?"

I'm gonna take a shot in the dark and say... two hours. Minimum.

"Good. Gives me time to actually work and keeps you from screwing the pooch here."

You're telling me I can't swindle a few villains? You have a lot to learn, my friend.

"Same for you, to be honest. Hush for a few, I think this is starting soon."

Tell Whipstitch I said hi!

Sparce looked over at Whipstitch and gave a small smile before speaking. "My better half says hello." Afterwards, the man looked at the rest of the cast of villains as he waited for this shindig to start.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Spiffy
1001fonts. It's pretty nice.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

The First True Appearance

Mastar stepped into the limelight, smiling at the crowds of people she could see in the room. Unfortunately, nobody really... knew of her antics aside from rumors and such, but that was about to change. She had her own booth set up for her fans to meet her at, though she wasn't really aware if she had any of those. Her first use of her confirmed name was on the new forum board that launched, and she was unaware if anyone actually liked her handiwork aside from that Haxstar guy and the few fans she signed things for so far.

Still, it was good PR. Ryan had mentioned how she needed that if she was gonna get into the PRT as a cape someday, she needed a positive light in Denver's crime-fighting overlord's eyes. Obviously, the curved horns and the seductive facade was doing just fantastic at that job. God, why did she have to go with the more imp-like facade? She could've gone with a more pure face and stuff, but she had to make sure her parents didn't catch on to her dee-

"Hello? Is this Mastar?" A voice caused Mastar to turn around and face a teenage boy, no more than 16 at best, and with a series of dreadlocks to accompany his features. Mastar's mask contorted into a smile as she sat in the air, tar rising up from underneath her as a way to support her body. "Ah, someone who has seen my work! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The teenager awkwardly brought his bag around and showed it to the hero, handing her a marker in the process. "Could I get you to sign my bag?" He was rather awkward, but it still kept an odd charm. Nodding, Mastar stretched her arm to the pen and took it, writing "mASTAR" on the bag right on the front before flipping where she stood, now facing the boy in a laying position. "T-Thank you so much!"

"It's no problem, sweetie. Tell your friends that Mastar is slick!" The teen began to walk away as another teen came up to the booth, a smug grin on his face. "Mastar is slick indeed."

Mastar leapt back a bit in shock before she found her composure once again. "... Ryan, was it? Weren't you the guy I met in that alleyway after that one job?" Her body language was slightly agitated, but her tone stayed the same as she addressed the lad. "What brings you here to the event, Ryan?" Mastar asked, putting extra emphasis on the name. She knew Ryan in real life, and he knew who Mastar really was, so him taunting her like this was rather annoying.

"I came to see the heroes, meet a few, get autographs, that sort of thing. You know how it goes, right?" Ryan smugly grinned as he looked off towards the PRT Hero booths, namely eyeballing the Wards individual booths as he leaned against a nearby pillar. "Have you ever met the Wards, Mastar? Word is, you can get an autograph from 'em right now."

Mastar leaned towards the kid, looking him down with an inquisitive gaze. "Oh? I don't suppose I could join in that action and get an autograph from someone like Margrave, or someone like Messiah..."

"You'll need something for them to autograph, though. Fortunately for you..." Ryan passed a licensed 'Denver Wards' poster to the hero, a note secured to it under the rubber band that kept it rolled up. "I figured you should be paid for your deeds to saving this town."

Ryan began to walk towards the booths as he waved goodbye to Mastar. "I'll bring something for you to autograph later. Good luck with the heroism!" Mastar smiled as she waved the kid on, pulling the note out of the poster with a spare tentacle and holding it up to her face.

Don't worry about paying me back. Risking your life is enough. We'll think of a story for why you aren't home when we get back together after this.

With a nod, Mastar flipped the 'Currently Out' sign up in her booth as she walked through the crowds, heading towards the Wards booths with an intent to get a poster signed by the Tiger Lily. That, and maybe Epsilon. Epsilon was pretty cool too.

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The Final Appearance in Denver

Despite recent events surrounding the Minutemen's misfortunes, they were still invited to the charity event hosted by the PRT. Kyoshi's father was originally heavily against Kyoshi being a hero, but there were reasons why Kyoshi was actually able to be here for G4M3R and the Minutemen. The first reason was that this was a PRT event, and Kyoshi's father was fine with it so long as his daughter didn't go and fight crime in the middle of the event. The second reason was that G4M3R had a conniption and spoke personally to Kyoshi's father, saying a myriad of things all leading up to how Kyoshi needed to serve the Minutemen, at least for a little longer. The final event was... well.

Kyoshi got a job offer for Nickelodeon.

Mascots were a big thing, and when you managed to roll such a perfect set of powers to combine with your favorite show to the point where you actually begin to use it as your identity, the executives of the company of that show notice you. As such, Kyoshi was messaged on PHO and given an opportunity to work with them as a mascot, at least for a while. The idea hadn't crossed Kyoshi's mind, but it was great for her to have that opportunity.

She already discussed details with G4M3R about it, and she was there at the event as a sort of 'last mission' for her. She was gonna give the group the good PR they needed by showing up, then she was going to leave the group and go to Nickelodeon HQ for her new job. Her flight was this weekend, she was fully packed, and her dad actually supported her in this endeavor. All she had to do was this.

Kyoshi had been signing autographs all day so far, being happy to meet fans of all shapes and sizes, and it was great! She enjoyed being a face for heroism! Hopefully being here meant a lot for G4M3R, who was currently busty shilling out as hard as he could for the Minutemen. It was reasonable, considering a lot of the fallout of the group had happened recently. Artie left, that domino girl left, Rend was somewhere, she felt like she and Outsider were the last two real members of the group, since G4M3R never went out like this anymore. Not since his tech busted from that one cape. It was refreshing to see him out and about again, even if it was as sell-out as this. Heh.

In any case, she was happy to man the booth for the group as long as she needed in case G4M3R needed to go. This was her last time being a member of the Minutemen, after all, might as well end on a good note!

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Villains? Please.

Sparce walked into the villain meeting, his face obscured by the familiar moon mask he wore. He didn't understand at first why Lethal Force was invited to it, but he wasn't complaining. This was a way for the group to get into some form of know with the local villains of Denver, and what better way to do it than meeting them face to face on an even field. When the team got the invite, it had been agreed that Sparce would be the one to go at first for the group, even if he went solo. Standing up a bunch of criminals wasn't exactly the best idea.

Walking into the area, Sparce calmly waked over to the table reserved for his team and he sat down at it, staring at each villain as they came in and sat down as well. In his head, Farce was just going over the names of the heads of crime as they each showed up. She had a mental notebook where she kept track of everything going on. As for Sparce's actions, he just waited. His gun was holstered, should he need it, but he didn't expect any violence to occur when Purge was there. At least, not for a while anyway.

"... I've got a bad feeling."

"Same. All these criminals in one place? It's gonna get ugly.

"At least Retcon's here. He may be willing to help us get out if we need to go."

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Old Amsterdam@Xandrya@Spiffy
You bet your asses SpFarce will be there. They'll be there more or less to represent Lethal Force and get intel on the villains of Denver, but unless Judah says no as an absolute, then they'll not be there.

Plus, if nobody showed up, that might be bad for the team considering that they're standing up the crimelords of Denver.

Hellpact

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"Fuck he knows," Carnation muttered under her breath as she sat back down, glancing directly at Lady Eve as the situation resolved and explained itself. Alonzo - Sebastian, rather - was the son of Lady Eve and was the mole like Erin had suspected. Carnation was... heavily against Sebastian knowing her surface thoughts. It was her own mind, even if it was the surface, and she didn't like how he was using his magic to see into her psyche. It wasn't right.

Lady Eve brought up the ending of the situation, and Carnation saw everyone else in the room glancing at the others. It looks like the youngest was going first on his decision, which was kind of sad to be honest. Carnation took three steps towards Lady Eve. "I'm in. Though I want to talk with ya' on th'side for the matter of me being legally here, Lady Eve." Carnation looked towards everyone before she spoke again. "Some bloke lost his clothes in Aus' and gave me a suitcase to ride in."

Glancing back at the group, Carnation looked at everyone and began to profile them in her head, just for her own reference.

You had Ross, a man who liked to slam drinks and probably was in way too deep to get out at this point. He didn't seem like a bad guy, rather just someone who got caught up in the wrong place. Carnation wondered if he would be willing to hang out with a supposed 'serial killer' in the downtime this group would have if he stuck around.

Moving on, Mallaidh was tricky to identify. Like Ross, she seemed caught up in the wrong crowd, but unlike Ross, she was more of the opposite of the others here. Ross was just a nobody, but she seemed like someone who spoke the truth. If she needed to be silenced later about the details of the people she just met, well, hopefully Antonio wouldn't mind getting another soul in the vault.

Elizabeth was a character. She was quick to figure things out and formulate ideas that made sense. She was dangerous in the right places, but valuable in them as well. She seemed to be the first to notice Carnation's hands as well, which was quite interesting indeed. She wasn't one to play around with.

Devyn was... Devyn. For this entire meeting, she didn't act like she was really involved. She was fine, Carnation guessed. There weren't any problems with her immediately unlike two others here that had problems. Carnation would give her a 3/5 on Yelp if she could.

Carnation didn't understand Erin. From the gothic vibe, to the vial of blood, to the slight Germanic accent, Carnation could only guess several things about the woman. One was above all else, though, and that was how protective she was of Carnation despite just meeting her. It was disgustingly nice, and it made Carnation gag slightly. Carnation would ride it out with her for a while, in case she turns out to be pretty cool, but for the immediate future, there wasn't any trust forming on Carnation's end.

That only left Sebastian. Out of this entire gathering, Carnation saw the most of Sebastian's character, and she didn't trust him at all. He might've been the son of her future employer, but the trickery he pulled off with the brain from the pocket dimension, being Alonzo entirely, and reading her goddamn mind, he wasn't giving Carnation a good impression. A close eye would be kept on him, that's for sure.

Carnation looked at the rest of the crowd and addressed them all at once. "C'mon kiddos, don't tell me that I'm going into this solo."