Gowi

It's An Awful Life: A Complex Family Reunion Roleplay

Probably should mention that I'm interested, but I've A) haven't done a drama-type RP in years and B) have no clue what I'm doing. The concept feels interesting and can be something I can stick with given the right pieces fall in place. I have a bit of an RP schedule, but assuming patience can be done with me I can promise I can be a well-deserved piece of the proverbial chess game that is this reunion.

On that point, feel free to give me ideas and pointers and such.

Perhaps even tell me if anyone needs a significant other played.

I'm not hiding I swear.

Also hi.

How to get motivated

Failure is good— a lot of role-playing for me, at least, is the experience that comes with failure and the fact I challenged myself to do it which as a byproduct kept my rhythm. Much like any social hobby a lot of activities within it are trial & error situations where you build your social network and learn from the experiences. I’ve tried the same RP three times in this year and I’ve walked away from it without despair as I attempt to look forward.

Have hope and carry on.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Talija

~| Day 2, 13:20 - 13:29 |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~

“NO!”

Talija’s ears twitched upon the sound of the short burst of terror that echoed throughout the prison complex— a voice she recognized. Despite being only an hour out of her own experience with her own nightmares she knew it well, though the fact the tone and timbre of the voice was familiar to the Sephi girl. Her mind went back to her Sith “greeter” and the videos she had shown her in some way to inspire a reaction; anger, despair, fear— the machinations of the Sith were clear to her in that moment. Talija took a light breath as she looked at the direction of the voice as one name rung out in her mind: Xid?

If her mind was not deceiving her and the Force was clear then it was as she thought. But it had been so long… to meet again in chains was something that felt out of place to her despite it logically making much sense given what she had seen and what situation both Padawans had been in. This was war after all. Still Talija did as she did, reacting with the Force itself as her feet moved her past the central chamber and into the other room. The Force spoke out to her to do such. She remained quiet as she stepped through the doorway, her narrow eyes widening as she looked through the darkness of the Sith dungeon.

She couldn’t think of words, she couldn’t express them. She felt a hollow uncomfortable feeling— not fear, not rage, not sadness; just absence of reaction. Perhaps she felt that this situation was a product of what was expected or maybe it was simply that she was still shocked by all of it being true— for the Sith to have gotten victory over this many Jedi with this simple prison ship… she hated the way her mind worked sometimes. She wished she could’ve had abundant emotions that they would overflow her logic and faith. She felt like a droid in situations like this.

She finally took a light breath as she took another step as a reassured smile poised her lips for a second.

“Xid.” She paused, for a second. “I thought I felt your presence through the force.”

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

I'll post ASAP, so give me a sec.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Talija's is across from Khan's. Khan isn't assigned to the same room as Xid. IIRC.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

Picfont.

NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

All clear, captain.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

M E T R O P O L I S
_{S U I C I D E S L U M S
January 1st, 2016}

As the heroes flocked to their funeral in Centennial Park, it was the villains who gathered in the shadow of Metropolis as a fanfare of freedom rung out. Superman was dead and in the process of being buried— a fact that made many criminals, both mundane and metahuman alike, feel an weight lifted from their shoulders. Sure, the Justice League still had individuals that operated in the City of Tomorrow but to lose The Man of Steel was a relief for criminals worldwide; one “world level” hero off the proverbial checklist. There was a lot of crowding throughout the slums and a lot of planning for activity as evening would soon begin to set upon the Delaware skies.

One such activity involved Nicole Diaz, the metahuman known as Jinx.

Several days ago, Jinx had come to the Suicide Slums when she was contacted about a job by Sherman Fine, one of the many criminal brokers in the United States; though he had done so through one of his many aliases to avoid things running back to him. Jinx was told she would be meeting with an associate of his who would give her all of the essential information for the operation that was to go down.

An operation she reflected on as she organized her team in an old abandoned warehouse.

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M E T R O P O L I S
_{S U I C I D E S L U M S
December 27th, 2015}

The meeting was in an old run-down church within the “Suicide Slums”, Metropolis’ go-to criminal hotspot, and as far as she had figured it things were going pretty well for her. The year had been one she and her friends had wanted for so long— finally free of the shackles of HIVE. They were making their own decisions on their own terms. She imagined her friends she made in the Teen Titans wouldn’t have approved of her… decisions though.

“You sure you want to take the job?”

Her contract was nervous, she could tell that much as he shook in anxious worry— checking behind his back every three seconds as if Supergirl or Steel were going to come crashing through the wall and put the deal to rest. A legitimate worry, perhaps, but if it happened it happened as far as she thought. The aftermath of Doomsday was still present and whilst Superman had been loss in the process criminal activities hadn’t quite took in the opportunity that was in front of them yet.

But she supposed it was only a matter of time.

“It doesn’t really bother me. A job is a job.”

“Alright then… you have the information of the operation. Any questions?”

Jinx smirked, “Where do we make the drop off?”

“An unmarked warehouse in the harbor. I’ll mark it down for you.”

It was pretty much all set, they just had to make the heist work. But this wasn’t the first job they had ever taken despite it being one of the biggest risks they had went for. It would work— and with the “capes” as distracted as they were bound to be there was no way this wouldn’t be the best opportunity they had for a take like this. She could almost taste it.

“Don’t worry; I’m not scared of a bunch of capes.”

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M E T R O P O L I S
_{S U I C I D E S L U M S
January 1st, 2016}

“Okay, so the facility is an unmarked ARGUS warehouse disguised as a community center that has been ‘closed for renovations’.” Jinx made clear to the group as she laid out the map across the table with each individual tactical notice marked down.

“Right around the corner from the Museum of Capes, too.” Gizmo’s grin widened as he nearly laughed in anticipation. “I love a challenge!”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself. We have to pull this off, we aren’t HIVE scrubs anymore operating against sidekicks. If we’re not careful we’ll attract attention from someone wearing a cape and it won’t be fun and we won’t get paid.”

“I do love getting paid!” Ambush Bug shouted as he leaned against a wall, casually looking at the map every now and then.

Jinx nodded. “So, we’re looking at a quick and quiet operation. Gizmo disables the security and gets us in. Mammoth and Terra deal with any security detail. Shimmer, and Myself get the package. Ambush Bug gets us all out.”

“Like clockwork.” Terra commented.

“That's the plan. It goes down in thirty minutes, let’s get ready.”

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

Not hard to invent your own with picfont, too. It's what I did with Jinx's.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

Will work on fleshing/editing the sample for IC utility.