Gentlemanvaultboy

Masked

@RBYDark

Danny looked up and saw a guy high up on the rooftops. He was yelling something. He wasn't who? Wait...

The girl from the video! Oh man, he'd actually stumbled on a lead! He cupped his hands round his mouth and called up. "HEY, YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS? SHE GOT A CAVE OR A HIDEOUT? I'M HERE FOR HER! I'VE BEEN AFTER HER ALL DAY!"

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

The FAQ thread in the arena isn't actually a FAQ.

Masked

"oiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIII," came a shout that echoed down the street as the Frankenwagon puttered around the corner. "OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE! HOLLAR IF YA HEAR ME! HELLO! HERO? HEROES? VILLAINS, I DON"T CARE, COME ON OUT!"

The voice of any normal man would have crapped out hours ago. The patience of any normal man would have crapped out even sooner than that. Danny West was not an ordinary man. He did not, on the whole, get tired and was possessed by a singular bloody minded determination. He had been in Chicago for a while now, and besides stopping at a novelty shop to purchase a big Chicago city flag that now flew majestically from the back seat of the Frankenwagon, had not stopped calling out for the duration. Even Danny's single mindedness had a limit however. Not even the flag had gotten any attention. Well, the attention of anyone he was looking for. Tomorrow morning social media would be flooded with pictures and video from all over the city of a loud blue weirdo seemingly calling Pyro out but that was a story for another day. The next day.

For now the Frankenwagon sputtered a few times, the engine went dead, and it coated to a stop to the consternation of the drivers behind him. For the first time today Danny looked down at his fuel meter and swallowed as angry horns started to blare behind him. "Out of gas?" He asked no one, bewildered. "I just filled her up this morning through." He turned the once or twice, as though this was all some mistake, and signed as the honking behind him grew louder. He stood up and stepped out of the car, grumbling. The honking abruptly stopped.

"Seriously, I couldn't have been out that long." He said, gingerly hefting the car up onto his shoulder and started to jog down the street looking for a gas station. "Knew we should have gone electric. I'm electric. I run fine."

He was disappointed in today. There had been nothing interesting at all. When he'd got here he'd expected chaos, but the streets seemed almost like they were on their best behavior, like they were at a funeral or something. Maybe the distress call had been a hoax. He'd been gotten that way before. Dad had once had him listen to some old radio show as a joke, and he'd had a bucket on his head and was halfway down the driveway before he'd explained that there weren't actually any martians. He was going to be really mad at her if it wasn't true. He wasn't asking for the moon or anything. He just wanted something odd to be happening here!

The six foot blue skinned walking corpse trotted down the road carrying his car on his shoulder, Chicago flag still flapping out the back. It wasn't long before he got his wish.

He skidded to a stop as he saw a bunch of people laying prone in the street, surrounded by even more people. He stepped off the road, much to the relief of the motorists that had been behind him, and set the Frankenwagon down in the nearest free parking space before he made his way over to the scene. He stepped behind the group tending to the nearest fallen man, proudly puffed out his chest, and said with his clearest super heroic voice "What seems to be the problem, Citizen?" The group, as once, turned to him.

The resulting screams were accompanied only by deflated, "C'mon, please, don't do that."

@RBYDark

The Unnatural Campus (All are welcome)

"Statistically most street fights that don't involve weapons end before one of the fighters is seriously injured." Charlie said casually. "It's a dominance thing, a way to see whose dick is bigger. Those guys are either going to get picked up by the magic cops, ones going to walk to the magic hospital with a broken nose, or they're going to stumble back into the magic bar they came from as best friends. I know how hard it is to act against the diffusion of responsibility, and it's really cool that you are swimming against that stream, but we're on a magic island full of magic people and none of them seem worried about it."

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Wraithblade6@thewizardguy@supertinyking@Nightknight@Absolis

The wizard didn't act in time to top the laser from firing. He did, however, act in time to save himself and Firebrand.

Firebrand felt the world shift around him. It wasn't quite the feeling of traveling to another world, but it was similar enough that it wasn't much of a shock. It was an odd thing seeing death coming toward you then passing harmlessly through your being, an odd electric tickle playing in his limbs as a ghostly laser ripped through his form.

The other demon wasn't nearly so lucky. From this worlds distorted time he could read the Red Arremars face as the beam engulfed him. There was no surprise. There wasn't even any pain apparent as Firebrand watched his disintegrate, atom by atom. He'd been taken so quickly that there hadn't even been any fear. Firebrand had seen many of his kind fall in combat, far to many for one more to register as any more than a faint regret he would never dare share with any other of his kind. As far as demon deaths were concerned this one was pretty good. Painless, dignified, and fighting against impossible odds. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

The demon blew away like sand in the wind, leaving behind only a slowly flickering flame that seemed to glow against the backdrop of the beam. Firebrand smiled. He had been a fine soldier to the end. Firebrand reached out an immaterial hand to grasp the immaterial flame. Even with his injury it was easy to grasp, but he was happy he didn't have to carry it. He could feel its weight even for the few moment it would sit in his palm. Heavy with sin. A fine Demon's Soul.

He felt the soul dissolve into his palm, the fire of the nameless Red Arremer being added to his own. The weariness and the lingering cold vanished as he felt his palms begin to burn. The edges of his wound glowed like molten metal as his hands stitched themselves back together, muscles and veins and skin and all.

When the two reappeared in real space Firebrand was a new demon, hale and hearty. He kicked off from Damien's shoulders and took flight towards the head of the machine. "Stop posturing. Your enemy is in front of you." He called back as he ascended.

He reached the head and clamped his feet onto the metal ring, hanging upside down facing the crown of the machines skull. That beam came from here. From this ring. He felt a flame welling up in his gullet. A great a terrible flame capable of reducing even demon lords to ash when none else could. A flame capable of burning the very soul. The Ghoul Realms hottest flame. He felt it burning at the corners of his mouth. He would take the stamina his subordination had given him, and used it to destroy the weapon that had killed him. He opened his mouth and out streamed a horrifying flame, a dark flame, that poured over the top of the machines helmet to melt the base holding this ring aloft.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

Good game guys. RIP in peace, party on in the afterlife.

The Unnatural Campus (All are welcome)

Charlies feet pounded on the roof as she hopped out of the helicopter, walking over tho the edge and looking down over the sweeping city. Definitely not a sex island then. You didn't build all this when a summer camp sufficed. Had magic built all this? She shuttered. She hoped wizards weren't all dicks and idiots. Wizards in fiction tended to be either dicks or idiots. They could take out pests and had hidden that from the world. That definitely leaned dickish.

Anyway, she did was she came here to do and signed her form on the safely railing, walking it back and handing it over the Matt before turning back to the crowd of students. "Anybody got cell reception?" She asked out loud. She didn't have a cell phone herself. Nobody to call. If there weren't any bars here that was a suspicious sign that this might still be a weird, murderous hoax. "If you do that means we're definitely not fighting to the death or something."

Masked

The hot rod sputtered mightily as it shot down the street, all chrome and jet black save for the velvet red leather of the open seats and the lightning bolts meticulously painted on the hood. He drove with the top down, letting the air blow against his skin. He had to drive with the top down. It was the only way for him to fit into the car. The city loomed over him like some ancient castle. A castle of adventure, complete with its own princess! Well, not a real one. He'd have to head to Europe to strike that one from his bucket list, but superhero team up was only like three down under rescuing a princess. He hadn't actually met many superheros, the towns his trip took him through were mostly too small to warrant them.

He'd been in a cafe in what such small town when he'd heard, wandering over to one of the only tables that hadn't cleared out when he'd walked into the room and staring over the heads of the nervous couple that had been watching the video on their phone. After checking a mad to see that Chicago wasn't that far off he'd sped quickly away to answer the distress call. He didn't know who she was or whether she was a big deal or not, but she wanted his help and he was a friend of justice.

Driving into the city he realized that he didn't know what to do once he got there. He had no idea how to find this lady or what exactly her trouble was. He saw a few people out somewhere and slowed down, shouting "Hey, you. You know where that superhero lives? You know the one, yours? She have a cave or something? I saw this video and..." The people's only response was to look over then start walking much faster. "Nah, you're right. It's more of an adventure if I find her myself. Thanks!" With that he set off down the road again, calling into the air. "HEY LADY! SUPER LADY! I'M HERE! COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! OIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Funky Fistfight Freezers

Rodger heaved in air as the good boy placed his hands on his chest and quite literally breathed some life back into him. "Whoooo, that feels better." He said, laughing. The man went on, a blissfully proud smile on his face that would be out of place on a drunkard."I'm Rodger, local handyman. You've been round Pine Street. You know that weird one where everyone sets their electronics outside everyday? You guys chased off that hood that was stalking Amy Puller. I live there. That was really cool of you. Anyway, I was on my way home and that dude," he said, pointing a finger at the punk, "Set a man on fire, so I was going to give him a talking too seeing as I'm the only guy that can see how he did it. He's got this awesome thing called a Stand, it gives you special powers and you can use it to punch stuff. Only people that have them can see them. They're pretty cool dudes, check this out!"

Vitalogys arm snaked its way up around Rodger's shoulder and set its stony fist down on the Kaiser Chiefs head, where it began ruffling his hair like a grandparent. "That's my buddy Vitalogy doing that. Cool, right? You know he can do what you just did, but he needs these to pull it off?" Rodger reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small, half empty packet of white flower seeds. "You ever got anything you need fixed just come find me and I'll fix it up pro-bono. Least I could do for you boys."

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

Firebrand couldn't help but smiling as the machine went tumbling from sight. Maybe now he'd get an opportunity to catch his breath. Then there was a shout, and an impact, and the whole building shuttered and gave way beneath them.

He fell for a moment, wings struggling to find purchase in the air, then spotted the less fortunate among them falling fast and hard. He'd heard that fish thing say something about having a way out, so he pointed himself downward and dived toward the human. Matching his speed he reached out with his feet and snatched the human out of the air by his shoulders, the demons wings slowly decreasing the speed of their descent. Finally they stopped and hovered in the air.

Firebrand smiled down at him as the other demon flitted around like a ball of nervous energy, face stuck somewhere between absolute horror and fanboy glee. "Phase one went well enough." Firebrand said, "I certainly hope phase two wasn't 'die like men,' because from the look of that glow he plans to kill us like ants."

He reached up tenderly with his ruined hand and it just sufficed to pull the chain of his Claw Talisman from around his neck and pass it off to the young demon at his side. The demon looked confused, until Firebrand pointed down at the human. The demon nodded, dropped down, and placed the talisman around the humans neck like it was bestowing an award. The effect was instantaneous as the man felt whatever it was inside that told him he could do magic surge, doubling in potency. "Cast them if you've got them my friend." Firebrand said. "I'll try and keep you safe as best I can."

@Wraithblade6@Absolis@Nightknight@supertinyking@Absolis