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"So... Is this everyone?" The hunter asked, raising a eyebrow as more people arrived. A motley crew. None of them gave off very social vibes and he could sense the tension already among them. Now he wasn't to social of a person himself, but he knew a team needed cohesion to survive out in the wild. But before he could speak on the matter, CLaudia spoke in that authorative voice of hers. The redheaded, german sounding womans two men stood at attention as she spoke. Neither having said a damn word the entire time.

"Allright. Listen up. You have all been handpicked by the shakers and movers of this new world. You are not just some schmucks who were in the right place a the right time." She narrowed her eyes and glared at Pandora. "No matter how hard I say that is just what you are. Omega and Banjo put this little group together." She waved to Josef."Joséf Bartosz. You have been handpicked by Talbot. He believes that with Pandora here you can track down whatever big game that threaten the project." She motioned to the mysterious woman who showed no indication of her gender aside from her name. "Arwan" She followed up by pointing at the woman with the massive creatur in tow. "Is a exllent tamer. Any beast she deem usefull for us to domesticate. Help her catch it."

She continued, motioning towards the viking of a man that Josef had pegged for a engineer. "Erik. You have a stellar rep among our engineers. And while you no doubt will be needed on the train when the times come, You will be needed in early stages of setting up checkpoints and settlement stations for our railroad workers. WWe also know you have no love lsot for the Clanners. This is good. Becouse I feel you will find that Cynric and Elysia are uniquely tasked to deal with them." She smiled knowingly at this before she continued on.

"Ely. YOu have been picked by Omega to represent the Mages on this force. Your adhearence to Pledge principles despite being independant means you are uniquely suited as a sort of ambassador for mages everwhere." She added after some thought. "No preasure or anything"

At this point, there was a few that had yet to be adressed. One of these were Cheng. The arbiter stood with his arms crossed. A deep scowl on his face. As he met Claudias stare he spoke. "And what, pray tell, is my purpose?"

"Easy. You are a badge." She said. There were no love lost between the West Coast Peacekeeping core and the Ambrosian Defence Force. The former steped on ADF toes all the time with arrests and what not of beligerent soldiers and taking ADF captives to be held to local trials. It was a mess. "A.. badge?"

"You will be dealing with undercutting merchants, Scavenger gangs, druinken workers. The lot. They all respect that badge of yours, for better or worse." With that she leaned back against the silo. "I cannot stress this enough. You are not only given the chance ot put humanity back on the map. But you will go down in the history books if you do a good enough job. Ambrosia and what is left of our civilization NEEDS you...." She tilted her head. "Again. No pressure"

Mass Effect: Borealis

”They grow up so fast” Drono said as he hunkered behind cover. He was nowhere prepared to handle snipers now that his little deathball was gone. ”It's like It was yesterday I cobbled her together. And now she has bloomed into a gorgeous ball of death and fire.” He watched the other move in the cover of smoke and tactical, suppressing bursts of gunfire. He was, of course, saying all this over the comradio. The idea of radio discipline was tossed out the window he had sent his insane contraption down the tunnel. Not that the concept had ever really appealed to him. What was a brawl without some braggadocio. He moved, always making sure to keep another team mate between him and the snipers. He had done his part and then some as far as he was concerned.

”If we survive this. I am signing us all up for therapy.” He continued his ramblings as he saw another sniper fall. [color=palegreen]”Becouse I am pretty sure we are all gonna have claustrophobia after today little mining expedition” He moved, ducking low and ducked behind a rock outcrop just in time to avoid being shot by the lone remaining sniper.

”FOUND THE SNIPE-.” He began only for the last sniper to fall. "Never mind then..."
He said noticably relieved at not being shot at anymore. He got up and dusted off. "I vote we take a mission on a nice, dry, desert planet next. One where the inhabitants are friendly and less likely tear wear heavy shields and more likely to wear... Well nothing at all really."

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Broker post up. He make a little detour. Creating future villains while the heroes are off saving the world.

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

I lied! Post comming up tommorow though. I missplaced my TITANpad document and the link is at the work computer.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

As Brooker sat in the back of the cab, an idea struck him. They had been driving to all the known hotspots for supernatural activity, and he had seen a pattern. There was unproductive chaos about and he meant to reign it in. HE needed to turn this entire mess into something profitable. He would not find Icon, he appeared to be away on some big hero business. This annoyed the Broker a little but he shrugged it off as soon as another scheme materialized inside his infernal engine of a mind.

“Stop here.” He said as they passed a large Hospital. A idea had struck inside his infernal mind. “Ah yes. Let’s make some deals” He said to himself as he walked up to the closest ambulance that was unattended by actual ambulance personel. A security guard approached him.

“Sir. We don’t need no damn ambulance chasers hanging about” The guard barked, no doubt thinking Broker was another lawyer looking for clients interested in suing for damages. But the Demon just stared into the eyes of the guard and spoke something a language that had been in at least a millennia. The words wrapped around the poor man mans brain like a vice, stopping him dead.

“Tell me. Did you receive any critical cases the last... say 20 minutes. Preferably the victim of violence.” Brokers asked as he asked the guard who stared at him bugeyed. The spell was a simple one used by even the lowest of demons. A lowely demonspawn would have a hard time draw anything specific out of people but Broker was anything but ordinary. His will was gargantuan and his skill with magic unparelled in all of the nine rings of hell.

The man, frozen in terror, stood as paralyzed as he answered against his will. The words forcing themself out of his mouth. “T-two women, one of them badly beaten by her husband, the other was in a robbery gone wrong” Broker grinned a fanged a smile at the information and nodded at the man.

"Excellent. You may die now" He said as he passed the human who's eyes rolled back into his eyes and slumped onto his knees. Whistling the demon weaved a simple glamour around himself so that he looked completely human while he walked the corridors looking for the two women.

He found the assault victim first. A young, 20-something year old white girl with pretty green eyes and hair like fire. He smiled reassuringly at her. "Miss Myers?" His voice was smooth as velvet, with underlying authoritative to put her mind at ease.

"My name is Abraham Bosworth. Of Bosworth and Bethlehem" He provided her with card. Her eyes were down cast, timid. He smiled at her patiently, until she looked up into his eyes. "I represent people who do not wish your husband to out of this scott free."

"S-scott Free? But the cops said they had him for sure.."

"Your husband has powerful friends. He won't see jail time."

"O..Oh no." Her eyes left his and she fidgetted with her hands. He tilted his head, like a cat regarding wounded prey. He resisted the urge to toy with her emotions. This one needed a clear, clean cut.

[color=#F62217][/color]"Miss Myers. What I told you I could provide you with the means to freedom from that cruel man." He knelt by the bed, taking her hands in his. His smile was false, evil incarnate behind the glamour.

"W-what do you mean." Her voice was hopeful but hesitant. "N-nothing illegal.. I don't have much money.

"Oh do not worry Miss Myers. I do not want your money. And it would only be a matter of placing power back in your hands. The power to take for yourself what is yours. The house, his car, everything." Myers eyes grew wider and wider as the poison of his words crept into her mind.

"I'm... listening." She said softly. He proceeded her with a pen.

"This is a legal document, where all your debts go my firm. IN turn, we handle all your legal matters, make sure you get back onto your feet." She looked at the contract. His words had corrupted and undermined her mind in so many tiny ways from the moment he had began to speak. She signed. And inside her, something else took root. Evil.

"But he is violent man.. He will come for me" She said, still hesistant. "What will I do."

"Oh. Don't you worry dear." He revealed his non-demonic form to her and her mouth hung open in awe at his beuty. He simply smiled, cold and humorless. "I have come from beyond to bestow you a gift. Never again will a man hurt you, never again will you be denied. Are you willing to take it?" He asked, knowing full well the answer. She nodded, breathless. He produced a ring and slipped it onto her finger. It would bestow her with the ability to channel some of his infernal might. "Remember Miss Myers. The ring is a gift from me. With it, you can lay low any man. Just remember who you work for now."

"But of course. All your debt. Oh,. Didn't I say? I meant Karmic debt to. Do not worry. Be loyal and you'll soon be rich and independent." He left as she stared at him in confusion. But even as she was horrified and chocked, the magic of the ring only rooted itself deeper inside of her. Soon, she would find herself in possession of money she never been able to touch before. And after that, she would want more. She would feel as if the world owed it to her. And with her new power, she would be able to take it.

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The other woman was a far different affair. He didn't bother with the glamour. As he walked inside. the police stationed inside her oom drew his gun. A flick of Brokers wrist and a word of power later and that guard was a charred corpse. Eiko, the woman on the bed, looked at once terrified and excited. Excited the guard who she fought was an asshole, was dead. But understandably terrified of the powerful demon in the room with her.

"Eiko Minura?" He spoke, putting on a show as brimstone smoke poured out of his mouth. "I am The Broker. I am here with a offer." She stared in awe. "Would you like to leave the small time behind?" He motioned at the guard. The woman nodded eagerly. She was badly injured, but she clearly knew a way out when she saw it. "Fuck yes Sir."

He walked up to her. "Give me your hand." As she showed her palm to him, he plunged something sharp into it. She screamed as the dagger drew blood and cut deep. Before she could react further her hand up then took it in his hand with a firm handshake. Power suddenly rushed up her veins, and all the evil in her flared up at once.

"Welcome to the gang Eiko. I have given you a portion of my power. It is insignificant amount compared to the real deal. But it should serve you well. I leave your escape up to you. Seek me out once you are all settled and good. I will have work for you" With that he left for more important endeavors.

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The penthouse apartment was huge compared to what either of them were used to back home. One of the perks with being the booty call for nobility, was that you never went hurting for cash ever again. Johan didn't spend much time in it however, like everything else, it reminded him of his King. His sister, did spend a lot of time in it, looking after her brother and cooking his food. Johan sat at the table, a bottle of scotch half empty next to his full glass.

"You should stop drinking Johan." Louisa's voice didn't hold any venom, but it held a stern, angry edge to it. They had this conversation almost daily at this point.

"You should mind your own buisness, Louisa." His retort was meanspirited, cutting.

"I am your Sister." She pleaded. He heard her voice crack. A part of his heart did to. But it was forgotten in a irrational fit of rage bubbling to the surface. Pent up emotion, clawing and dragging itself to the surface. She should understand she couldn't tell him what to do. She could not guilt him. Not over this. Not like this.

"My YOUNGER sister. You don't get to boss me around!" His tone did hold venom unlike hers. More then he ever wanted to aim at her. But the shakes were coming, the rage was not logical. Its target was the blonde woman currently pleading with him, playing at his emotions. They all did, they all just kept manipulating him. But his words cut like a knife, and his sisters tears welled up as she stared at him. He felt his heart drop like a stone, his rage ebbed away. Hers however, came pouring out like a tsunami.

"Oh? We are bringing up age?! Mr 'I will leave my sister to go shag A GODDAMN ELF KING' for 10 years without a fucking word TO MY ONLY FOCKIN KIN." Her accent slipped, her broad, northern swedish accent that he cherished so much. He winced, looked away.

"...." He couldn't speak. He could not argue. She was right. Of course she was. He was an asshole. He knew that. He hated that. He buried his face in his hands, trying to calm his nerves. Her hand was immedietly at his shoulder, squeezing it.

"Look. Just, try not to drink so much... It is killing you..." Her voice was so frail, all the venom, all the anger gone. He wanted to cry, he wanted to tell her he would be better. He wanted so much. But inside his body, magic resides. His skin bore its marks. His faith was not to be a man of peace and control.

"I'll... I'll try." Was all he could say. He hated himself.
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NEW YORK; Down in the Subway tunnels.

"Ok. You know the rules. You're a expat of the Northern Throne. Even if you live here, you can't just do as you please. You're only allowed to reside here by your King's good will."[/color] He stared at the massive boulder of a creature. The troll stared back at the man who was puny in comparison. The spear glowing red and blue in his hands was more then enough to even the odds. The trolls stare did make the human nervous though. Trolls were magic resistent. He ONLY had his spear to rely on.

"Oh c'mon. It's not like I've eaten another kid." The troll began. He was rocktroll, rather young. How he had managed to make it all the way to the states was curius to say the least. His kind were native to Scandinavia, and didn't exacly move quickly. For it to get here, meant it had help. And he had a pretty good idea who was behind the transfer. Someone who no doubt knew putting a human devouring troll right under someone who wanted a war between humans and Fey. Somone, who even now had his little minions watch him, looking for a opportunity to try and assassinate him.

"Another?" A raised eyebrow was all he needed to make the troll backpeddle. He knew of course, that troll hadn't eaten anyone in New York or he'd not be having this discussion.

"You know my past man. I am a troll. I eat humans. BUT NOT ANYMORE I SWEAR. I FOLLOW THE KINGS CREED!"

"So, you did NOT eat Mr Sanders dog?" Johan shot back as he mentally prepared himself for what was to come. This would either go splendedly well or it would go straight into a brawl. With the additional eyes on him, he didn't want to throw down with a magic resistant creatures three times his size.

"...The rules say nothing about dogs!" The troll protested. He looked upset, but not angry. He wasn't going to throw down with the King's Champion. Rune sighed inwardly with relief. That was one headache less.

"It says not to draw attention in a negative way towards yourself." He raised a hand to silence the trolls objection,"and in association, to your King. To do so is to threaten the balance."

"I... It was just a couple of dogs... four at most." The troll grumbled.

"You were seen. For dogs to go missing in a short period of time from the same exact area? That means the police looks into it. I'm sorry but you are to return to Faerie, or I will have to dispose of you." He said the last part with a voice that betrayed no emotion. "I rather we avoid a tussle."

"...Yes Champion. I know..." The Troll spoke dejectedly. He got off his hunches, dragging his rocky, mosscovered body next to Rune.

"Good. I would not have relished the throwdown..." He said as he put down the runes for creating a pathway between the Mortal realm and the Eternal Faerie. "Off you go." He said, prodding the Troll with the tip of his spear. It lumbered off, growling softly about the injustice of it all. As soon as he was gone he turned to the shadows.

"You can come out now you little shits." There was no answer. Instead there was cackle and a snickering sound. A chill ran down his spine. "I said... Come out." He steadied himself, spear firmly in both hands. "LJUS!" He yelled as a flash of light emitted with all of him at its center. For a second he burned away the shadows to reveal twisted, small eyed, shriveled creatures. Draugr. His blood rang cold as those were not the Fey but undead. That meant Hildebrand was nearby, and who knew how many dead hobos she had picked up on the way. He hated necromancers.

"Odin help me." He said as the first of the Draugr snarled at him. As they began to advance, he looked down the dark, damp tunnel to his left. He thought in that moment; Fuck it.

He started running like a madman, away from his undead opponents. The Draugr weren't shambling corpses, but they were not quite as fast as they once had been in life. But they were formidable enemies as far as Johan was concerned. He was not going to fight them where more could appear.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

A fight with Vigilante would be interesting just becouse of the stakes in it for Cabbie.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Johan vs a whiskey bottle

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Cabbie vs any fellow martial artist.

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

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