HHShetland

Sci-fi Mercs (Need new name)

You know what, I might actually join the RP this time. It looks like it might do better. Plus I have a character that I've wanted to use for a long time now.

Legends of Crumbleport

My apologies. I know I signed up and probably got some people excited (...or not, depending on your opinion), but I don't think I'll actually play this one. Sorry.

Lazarus Hotel

This RP looks pretty interesting. I'm probably biting off more than I can chew, but I guess this is still open. If so, I was just thinking. You know how you said characters could have been animals in their last life? Well, can it be the other way around? Or do they have to be reincarnated as humans/humanoids? On second thoughts, never mind. This one seems a bit too... labour-intensive for me? Which is another way of saying I'm paying attention to too many things. Still, this is a great idea. I hope it goes well.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

<Snipped quote by HHShetland> I know, but there wasn't a direct interaction so...

@PKMNB0Y

Fair enough. I was just making sure you noticed.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

@PKMNB0Y Just in case you missed it, the guy that Masaru saw in the restaurant was Gintoki. I wasn't expecting Gintoki to notice him back, though. Since he looks really plain compared to a lot of the characters here. :V

The Blue Moon Tavern

Rimau looked on with bewilderment as he saw Mysaren do... whatever it was she was doing. The sight of a corpse talking was... it was the sort of thing he'd seen in nightmares. He'd never in a million years suspected he'd actually see it happen, even with the hundreds and hundreds of other weird things he'd seen throughout his life. Perhaps it was symbolic. Then again, he couldn't help but snicker to himself when the ex-alive person said he was stabbed in the 'bloody stomach'. It certainly was a bloody stomach. "...Huh." He finally 'said' once the dead kid returned to his natural state. "...Well, promise is a promise, I ain't askin' questions... much as I'd like to." He mumbled the last part under his breath. Maybe he'd ask questions later. Like what would happen if he smoked those herbs. "So 'e say's 'ere's a Pyramid rock in front o' the cave, eh?" Rimau finally got back on task, turning away from the body to get set on the road again. "...Why'd I get the feelin' I heard o' that before..."

The Blue Moon Tavern

"...Poor bastard." Rimau said, following after Mysaren to marvel at the dead fellow. Just goes to show desensitised both of them were to death. Most people would probably keel over and eject last week's breakfast onto the grass. "Does that look like a robber to... hmm?" Rimau was about to ask the sort of questions that might be asked by the hypothetical 'crime scene investigation' people he dreamed up earlier, but that was overwritten with intrigue once Mysaren offered to show him something. Probably something involving the corpse. "Well, y'do whatever it is, an' I ain't gonna ask questions. Yer the dead people expert after all, heh."

The Blue Moon Tavern

"That's true." Rimau said, acknowledging Mysaren's affirmation of the world's grey morality scales. "'Course, where I come from, they didn't think o' magic in moral terms. More in... ethical terms, if y'know what I mean." Rimau scratched the back of his head as he stopped briefly to observe a small fork in the road. He had to lift one of his goggle lenses off his eye for a moment since the mountains were obscured by thick forestation. As he was doing this, he idly asked "B'what makes y'think Necromancy is real important an' 'onest compared t'all the other magicist disciplines?" The old Zizz paused for a moment, when it dawned on him that the lady might take the question the wrong way, thus forcing a verbal cut-and-paste before professional discipline broke down. He's seen it happen before. More than a person should, if professional organisation in general is to be trusted. "...Just out o' curiousity, y'understand. Believe me, I'm in no position t'be judgin' folks." Listening to whatever Mysaren had to say about this, he eventually turned left, placing his lenses back on his properly, and continued down the path. But it wasn't long before he idly sniffed the air with his tongue, and could sense that familiar stench of death again. Except this time it was coming from in front of him, so it couldn't have been Mysaren. He stopped and held his hand up. "...D'you smell that, kid? ...There's a body 'round 'ere somewhere." He paused and sniffed again, turning his head towards what looked like a ditch just beyond a lining of trees.

The Blue Moon Tavern

With Mysaren in tow, so to speak, Rimau wasted no time in walking out the nearest gate and into the surrounding woods. The road ahead was long, but even so, it was very civilised compared to the Zizz' usual place of business. From sight alone, he could tell that the mountains they needed to reach were a good few miles or so away. Good thing Rimau kept in shape, which wasn't something other Zizz his age tended to do. They preferred to send their sons and grandsons to do their dirty work for them. Someone could say they have to due to their ailing health, to which Rimau would say their health wouldn't be ailing if they didn't. Self-fulfilling prophecy. "Say, lemme ask y'somethin', kid." He spoke up as the town gate began to disappear among the trees behind them. "Y'ever gotten in serious trouble 'cause o' yer... y'know, profession? I mean, I heard that some dumbasses like t'unt down Necromancers, thinkin' there's some kinda law 'gainst it. I mean, there is a law 'gainst it where I'm from. An' most other types o' magic, f'that matter." He wasn't sure why he felt like asking her that, though maybe it was because of her general manner of speaking, and her love of concealing herself. As she was doing right now. He'd never heard of a person who concealed their appearance like that that didn't do it to hide from something. Not just something literally out to get them, but also from the dangers of the world in general. And Necromancers tended to face more of that than others. Sure, it looked intimidating, but that was just a by-product of the hiding; to show one's face would be to show emotion and vulnerability; and thus, weakness. Military leaders liked this line of thinking in their soldiers. "'Course, I ain't askin' f'yer biography or anythin' like that." He assured the good lady. "People's life stories just sorta reveal 'emselves t'folks most deservin' t'know. Only people who know 'em all are... whatever Gods y'believe in. I guess. I ain't got any Gods. 'Least in the conventional sense."

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Once, I told everyone in the gym in my dream... -Strongest In The Multiverse- ...They told me to get out. That's why I don't train there anymore. ----- Masaru Takahara - Yggdrasil Restaurant District

Masaru was somewhat confused as he sat in the spacey-looking cafe, slowly chewing on the fat tuna sandwich he ordered. Normally he'd be scarfing it down to absorb all the protein as quickly as possible, but not now. Was this freaky space station in what didn't appear to be space as weird as Odio's realm? He wasn't sure. But at least nothing had tried to kill him yet. Back there, it seemed like the universe had emptied its garbage can of unfinished monsters and criminals on top of his head. But on the other hand, when he got sucked through the inexplicable portal here, he had to go through about fifteen layers of red tape before they'd let him in. Paperwork and him didn't get along, he thought, scowling to himself. Too many times, sticklers for paperwork were cowards who wished to take out their frustration on ordinary people. He spied the various patrons of the cafe again. Nothing too special; as per usual, he'd been looking for challengers since he learned about the Multiverse from local law enforcement. He had been hoping he'd maybe meet some characters from his favourite fighting games, but instead, it seemed like everyone preferred hokey magic or fancy-shmancy gadgets to raw strength and skill. Different standards where they come from, perhaps. But there were two people who caught his eye, leading to a pause in his tuna-scoffing. A fellow at a table just down from his. He was almost certainly Japanese from the looks of him, although with bleached hair and about half a Kimono attached to his clothes. And a wooden Bokutou, which at least was a weapon of skill. The man reminded him a little of Oboro-Maru, but it was unlikely they'd met. And not just because Oboro was a Ninja. Next to that guy was a little kid with black, beady eyes and a stripy shirt, looking around all twitchy-like. He looked slightly familiar... a character from a fighting game, even, but not one who used his fists...