Gentlemanvaultboy

The Unnatural Campus (All are welcome)

Most of the people on the helicopter ride were quiet, even those that looked like they had the jitters. One, though, you couldn't get to shut up.

"Magic is real. Magic is real. Gonna be a wizard. Magic is real. Wingardium Leviosa, Hokus Pocus. Magic is real." Charlie mumbled under her breath as she tapped her feet in tune with the muffled WHUP WHUP WHUP WHUP that the helicopter blades made in the air. Charlie was a big believer in the concept of thought affecting the body. Not in any hippy dippy mystical placebo effect kind of way, no, in a practical way. She'd read in a book that when you repeated and ruminated on an idea the neural pathways related to that idea got stronger and stronger, like working out a muscle, so that in the future information about that topic was easier to carry and it allowed you to accept the ideas much easier.

The book had been about suicide clusters. Good read, but a little overwrought.

She looked around at the people in the cabin, still mumbling to herself, and wondered for the tenth time today whether this really was on the up and up. Those things where they slapped an explosive collar around your neck and made you fight to the death didn't actually happen (at least on this scale, she wasn't willing to rule it completely out of existence), but there were those weird sex islands that big businessmen and politicians occasionally owned.

Maybe Amos had been right about this. She hadn't exactly gotten her uncles permission to go on this trip.

She should have bought a phone before coming out here.

"Magic is real. Magic is real. Weird sex island battle royal. Abracadabra, avada cadarva."

The Unnatural Campus (All are welcome)

Name: Charlene "Charlie" Lee Moon
Age: 19
Appearance: Short and with a sickly looking complexion. Her thin face is framed by long, straight black hair that falls all the was to her thighs. She wears a long black skirt and a bulky brown coat. Has a scar the extends from the left side of her forehead up under her hairline.

Personality: Morbid but affable, Charlie is awash in nervous energy at all times. Talks a lot. Talks to herself a lot and doesn't have much of a mental filter. Comfortable with the sight of blood and most other things that normal people are squeamish about. Loves true crime books. Her greatest fear is waking up one day to the realization that she's a serial killer.

Skills: Rifle shooting, Taxidermy, anatomical knowledge of pests.

Other: Uses a handgun.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

All you need to do is lure a bunch of Orks here and pit them against the Tyranids, there's no way that would somehow result in both sides getting much stronger or anything catastrophic like that.

The Unnatural Campus (All are welcome)

Name: Charlene "Charlie" Lee Moon
Age: 19
Appearance: Short and with a sickly looking complexion. Her thin face is framed by long, straight black hair that falls all the was to her thighs. She wears a long black skirt and a bulky brown coat. Has a scar the extends from the left side of her forehead up under her hairline.

Personality: Morbid but affable, Charlie is awash in nervous energy at all times. Talks a lot. Talks to herself a lot and doesn't have much of a mental filter. Comfortable with the sight of blood and most other things that normal people are squeamish about. Loves true crime books. Her greatest fear is waking up one day to the realization that she's a serial killer.

Skills: Rifle shooting, Taxidermy, anatomical knowledge of pests.

Other: Uses a handgun.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

Firebrand looked back at the human who had suddenly appeared and wished that the young man had made his grand debut before he'd been forced to debase himself like this. He heard the sounds of fighting erupt in the streets far below them and saw the crooked hand the man had pointed at Viral's armor, heard the pesky thrum of magic. He didn't know what his man was doing to Viral but, considering what he had just gone through, Firebrand was willing to bet it was debilitating.

The loyalty issues in Viral's army reared their ugly heads again. From his perch on the edge of the roof he could see down as one of the men Viral had forced into submission rose up in revolt against him. The situation had not altogether changed. Should the machine fall Firebrand had no doubt that those Viral had forced under his banner would desert him, or else come for their revenge. Everyone around him seemed willing to fight. Could he really bare the shame of being the only one here with a bowed head?

He knew that he would surely die should they not be able to bring the machine down. He'd declared for Viral. Whatever others did now was impertinence, they could still be brought to heel. What Firebrand was going to do would be betrayal now. Far worse. Maybe if he respected the man he would side with him out of a sense of duty, but he reminded Firebrand far too much of his younger days for that. Besides which, there was that tilt he had felt in the world. He wanted to investigate that, and couldn't do it if he was acting as a toady for am upstart warlord. Or he would find it, but it would be found for Viral. He'd seen firsthand what happened when ambitious fools found something like that.

So he turned his attention to the problem the others had disregarded; the arm that hung above them like the sword of Damocles, ready to rain hell for their refusal. He looked across the roof to where the machines other arm kept it steady upon the building, felt the fire well up in his chest, and suddenly started blasting apart the grip with shot after shot of Busters. That part of the building crumbled away under the massive hand.

As the machine either steadied itself with its free hand or fell Firebrand hoped the young man would take to heart the lessons of today: men who were yours at the point of a sword were no men of yours at all.

@Nightknight@supertinyking@Wraithblade6@thewizardguy

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

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That's probably the move I would have made too. No worries.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

Firebrand breathed in a deep, sweet breath of victory. His hands stung, his lungs ached, his muscles still twitched from the exertion, and the last vestiges of the cold still lingered in his core. He was shaking just from the exertion of standing up. His mind was filled with dark secrets that would probably invade his sleep for weeks.

He was alive. He knew because you never felt quite as alive as just after a really good fight.

He dropped to one knee right there at the edge of the roof, clapping his hands together with a wince of pain and bowing his head in respect. "You were a worthy opponent." He choked out. "In place of your name I will commit all that you told me to memory. Your people will never be forgotten for as long as I live."

"Commander!" He heard the beating of wings, then the pounding of feet against the rubble, then felt hot hands on his arm that pulled urgently. The little guy must have thought he'd fallen down from exhaustion, which wasn't entirely untrue. Shoving the vile snake off the roof hadn't been any conscious plan on his part, and had taken a lot more out of him than he entirely realized. Truth be told he'd gone a little mad from the whispers and the chill and the oxygen deprivation. He'd even pushed the swords off too. Which was a pity, those things were fine booty. With any luck they hadn't broken, or been snatched up by someone else. He'd like to see Arthur try to throw a dragon at him when he had those.

"COMMANDER!" An panicky voice tore him away from his thoughts. Firebrand finally opened his eyes, looked up, and found himself face to face with the largest face he'd ever seen. He listened as the enemy leader made his ultimatum. Part of him, the part that was still hot with battle, wanted to tell Viral to come on if he thought he was hard enough. Another part, one that old, weary, and exhausted, thought that dying bravely was a pretty good deal. There was one last part, however. One with a long memory, that knew what it felt like when the world tilted. Besides, he'd already assumed the position.

"You," he said to the giant face hovering over him like some angry god, "You are the very least of this worlds problems." With that he pulled his arm out of the demons grasp and put a clawed hand on his shoulders, hastily shoving him to his knees. "The demon Firebrand, at your service. My lord."
@thewizardguy@supertinyking

Masked

Name: Danny West,
Alias: Young Frankenstein

Age: 4

Appearance: Danny is a 6 foot tall slab of barrel chested meat. He has short black hair, arms that drag all the way to the ground, and blue skin. His skin is crisscrossed with stitches, especially around the joints, and he had large bolts sticking out of not only his neck but in between the chuckles of his fists. One arm is wrapped in a chain from wrist to elbow. He wears black shorts and big black boots.

Abilities: Danny is above human in every physical category except reflexes. He strength is sufficient to life a car over his head, he can run as fast as a bear, and he has enough endurance to do so for weeks on end. Danny does not need to eat, sleep, drink, or breath and can opt out of feeling pain. He has an internal supply of electricity that he can use to either shoot electricity or supercharge his physical feats to double their effectiveness.

Weaknesses: Danny's internal electricity is what keeps him alive, and must be recharged. Each seconds he spends supercharging himself equals the use of 1% of his internal charge, with electric attacks using up at least 5% and up depending on their size. He can not use his electrical powers in water or when wet because the water will continually leech power out of him. In addition, anything he's touching when he super charges will also be electrocuted.

Personality: Danny is a man that doesn't shut off ever. If he's sitting still, that means he's dead. He's slow on the uptake and easily confused. If something at all interests him he will latch on and never let go. There is no greater tragedy to him than the loss of life. Any life.

Back Story: Danny was created in a basement by a Dr. Albert West, a man who has heard ALL of the reanimator jokes in his position as a leading biochemist. He bore them with dignity until he stumbled upon an old formula in the attack of his home and decided to SHOW THEM ALL. Following the instructions of the formula he created Danny and spent the next 3 years in secret treating the abomination unto god and nature like a son, teaching him everything he needed to know about the world and also instilling in him a love of super robots.

Danny left a year ago with his fathers blessing to see the world, Albert sending the boy off with these words:

"Boy, with your powers you could be either God or the Devil. I don't care, you're my son and I love you. But if the press or the cops ever show up at my door I'm cutting you off."

Since then Danny has been on a cross country road trip in a specially built car, the Frankenwagon, righting wrongs where he finds them and getting into trouble because of his great sense of justice and suboptimal sense of subtlety. When he heard was was happening in Chicago he swung round and headed that way.

Masked

Name: Danny West,
Alias: Young Frankenstein

Age: 4

Appearance: Danny is a 6 foot tall slab of barrel chested meat. He has short black hair, arms that drag all the way to the ground, and blue skin. His skin is crisscrossed with stitches, especially around the joints, and he had large bolts sticking out of not only his neck but in between the chuckles of his fists. One arm is wrapped in a chain from wrist to elbow. He wears black shorts and big black boots.

Abilities: Danny is above human in every physical category except reflexes. He strength is sufficient to life a car over his head, he can run as fast as a bear, and he has enough endurance to do so for weeks on end. Danny does not need to eat, sleep, drink, or breath and can opt out of feeling pain. He has an internal supply of electricity that he can use to either shoot electricity or supercharge his physical feats to double their effectiveness.

Weaknesses: Danny's internal electricity is what keeps him alive, and must be recharged. Each seconds he spends supercharging himself equals the use of 1% of his internal charge, with electric attacks using up at least 5% and up depending on their size. He can not use his electrical powers in water or when wet because the water will continually leech power out of him. In addition, anything he's touching when he super charges will also be electrocuted.

Personality: Danny is a man that doesn't shut off ever. If he's sitting still, that means he's dead. He's slow on the uptake and easily confused. If something at all interests him he will latch on and never let go. There is no greater tragedy to him than the loss of life. Any life.

Back Story: Danny was created in a basement by a Dr. Albert West, a man who has heard ALL of the reanimator jokes in his position as a leading biochemist. He bore them with dignity until he stumbled upon an old formula in the attack of his home and decided to SHOW THEM ALL. Following the instructions of the formula he created Danny and spent the next 3 years in secret treating the abomination unto god and nature like a son, teaching him everything he needed to know about the world and also instilling in him a love of super robots.

Danny left a year ago with his fathers blessing to see the world, Albert sending the boy off with these words:

"Boy, with your powers you could be either God or the Devil. I don't care, you're my son and I love you. But if the press or the cops ever show up at my door I'm cutting you off."

Since then Danny has been on a cross country road trip in a specially built car, the Frankenwagon, righting wrongs where he finds them and getting into trouble because of his great sense of justice and suboptimal sense of subtlety. When he heard was was happening in Chicago he swung round and headed that way.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Funky Fistfight Freezers

"Wha?" Rodger said, coughing and sputtering to pull some wind back into his lungs. He looked over at the Kaiser Chief, and smiled. He liked the Kaiser Chief. In a gang full of good boys he was by far the goodest of the boys. Rodger gave him a smile, and waved, the bent over and clutched his chest. He looked up again and saw the punk. He liked the punk. In a city full of punks he was undoubtedly the punkiest. He gave him a smile and a wave. "Nah man, he's cool. This guy can do crazy things. Damn fast too, holy cow." He then laughed until it devolved into a coughing fit. He leaned back against his wall and looked up at the sky. God it was a beautiful day. The sky was beautiful. The clouds were beautiful. The world was beautiful.

"You guys, you go off and do your thing. I'm gonna chill right here. Hey kid," he called out to the kid in the big hat. He liked the kid in the big hat. Of all the hats in the city his was undeniably the biggest. "You want to hang out while they talk?"

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