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She doesn't like people mad at her for real though.
Welp, I've procrastinated on fixing up my characters, but today I should have a good sized list ready to go.
Anyone want to fight a clone army of Neer or a clone army of Evvie?
Anyone want to fight a clone army of Neer or a clone army of Evvie?
Rika: *all excited "Would you?!" *remembers that getting slapped is bad. "...I mean...that's horrible!"
I guess I'll need to come up with a Counter teacher to start things off if nobody else wants the job.
It's 11:28 am here.
It's 11:28 am here.
Plot twist, Rika is a masochist from all her death scenes.
Anita wouldn't need a weapon for this fight. She stepped forward, reeling her right foot backwards as if to punt the cat out of the chair before he even had a chance to move. That would show him to doubt her "outstanding-ness"! However, he became only a black flash as her foot swung through what was now thin air, the cat appearing to have vanished out of existence due to her being unprepared to follow the movements of such a fast opponent.
"Whu-" she barely managed to get out in time before she felt like a cannonball collided with her chest, knocking the wind out of her sails and sending her stumbling backwards, clutching onto her poor tummy. How did he manage that? It couldn't have been luck because her powers were in full effect. Even with un-luck a little housecat had managed to strike her? Unacceptable! The flash slowed down as he landed back on the top of the chair. She could even see the detail of his fur again. Now was her chance! She lunged as quickly as possible with both hands reaching out to snatch him up and stop him from moving, but he was once again far too fast for her, smacking her on the forehead and leaving an obvious welt.
"Gah!" She cried out in pain, unused to such a sensation. This was enough force and shock to knock her onto her backside, limbs sprawled every which was as she was clearly, at least for a brief moment, stunned and seeing stars.
With the immediate threat taken care of the cat would then flip backwards and smack the back of Jay's head with enough force to send him tumbling out of it as well. If Jack left, or after this attack was completed, he would land softly onto his own comfy chair and start licking his paw, revealing that one of his claws had been unluckily chipped while he had stuck Anita. He examined it angrily before speaking.
"That's enough of that. Everyone take a seat at a desk while you can because there will not be enough for everyone. The latecomers will get the rocks. My name is Sir Darkclaw, and as previously stated, this is Professor Flint. He will be your official teacher among the Dark Clubroom, while I am mainly here to observe that everything is running smoothly. That being said, I leave it to you, Professor." He waved his uninjured paw his way.
Meanwhile, Anita had regained her senses after around twenty seconds. She let out a groan, rolling onto her stomach so that she could have an easier time pushing herself up onto her feet. That defeat was embarrassing. Her face was red now, and not completely a result of the welt. She'd show him. He just used unfair trickery, that's all, and she could have taken him in a real fight anyways. Now just wasn't a good time for her was all. She stumbled to the previous desk she had sat on, clutching onto her stomach. She flopped down, not in the mood to take out her school supplies yet. Hopefully Jay did remain over there in that seat and not take a desk because the only one remaining was right behind her. She couldn't stand it if such an annoying guy got placed there. If anything he deserved to sit on the rocks.
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Houston eagerly ate at the brown while playing solitaire. This was such a delicious brownie! He would have wanted to get a second one, but then what if others see him and think he's fat or greedy? Of course he wasn't either of these things. At least he didn't think he was, at least not the former. Not that he was scrawny or anything!!! He was a good weight and not small. Not small...
He tried to get his mind off of his shortness and back to the tasty brownies and the game of solitaire. Unfortunately he was loosing, but he wasn't going to give up until he exhausted all of his options.
"Whu-" she barely managed to get out in time before she felt like a cannonball collided with her chest, knocking the wind out of her sails and sending her stumbling backwards, clutching onto her poor tummy. How did he manage that? It couldn't have been luck because her powers were in full effect. Even with un-luck a little housecat had managed to strike her? Unacceptable! The flash slowed down as he landed back on the top of the chair. She could even see the detail of his fur again. Now was her chance! She lunged as quickly as possible with both hands reaching out to snatch him up and stop him from moving, but he was once again far too fast for her, smacking her on the forehead and leaving an obvious welt.
"Gah!" She cried out in pain, unused to such a sensation. This was enough force and shock to knock her onto her backside, limbs sprawled every which was as she was clearly, at least for a brief moment, stunned and seeing stars.
With the immediate threat taken care of the cat would then flip backwards and smack the back of Jay's head with enough force to send him tumbling out of it as well. If Jack left, or after this attack was completed, he would land softly onto his own comfy chair and start licking his paw, revealing that one of his claws had been unluckily chipped while he had stuck Anita. He examined it angrily before speaking.
"That's enough of that. Everyone take a seat at a desk while you can because there will not be enough for everyone. The latecomers will get the rocks. My name is Sir Darkclaw, and as previously stated, this is Professor Flint. He will be your official teacher among the Dark Clubroom, while I am mainly here to observe that everything is running smoothly. That being said, I leave it to you, Professor." He waved his uninjured paw his way.
Meanwhile, Anita had regained her senses after around twenty seconds. She let out a groan, rolling onto her stomach so that she could have an easier time pushing herself up onto her feet. That defeat was embarrassing. Her face was red now, and not completely a result of the welt. She'd show him. He just used unfair trickery, that's all, and she could have taken him in a real fight anyways. Now just wasn't a good time for her was all. She stumbled to the previous desk she had sat on, clutching onto her stomach. She flopped down, not in the mood to take out her school supplies yet. Hopefully Jay did remain over there in that seat and not take a desk because the only one remaining was right behind her. She couldn't stand it if such an annoying guy got placed there. If anything he deserved to sit on the rocks.
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Houston eagerly ate at the brown while playing solitaire. This was such a delicious brownie! He would have wanted to get a second one, but then what if others see him and think he's fat or greedy? Of course he wasn't either of these things. At least he didn't think he was, at least not the former. Not that he was scrawny or anything!!! He was a good weight and not small. Not small...
He tried to get his mind off of his shortness and back to the tasty brownies and the game of solitaire. Unfortunately he was loosing, but he wasn't going to give up until he exhausted all of his options.
Name: Generik McBadblade
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: He looks like a slightly aging vaguely British man with high, pointed cheekbones, shallow cheeks, a black twirly mustache, a monocle, slick black hair, and narrow eyes with red iris's. His skin is pale and his body slightly frail, yet threatening. He wears an all black uniform made up of a cloak, armor, and chains positioned randomly around his uniform. In the middle of his chest plate is a skull shaped emblem. He has a long, flowing cape.
Personality: He wishes to take over the world, being a major megalomaniac. He's prone to making mistakes that most main bad guys make, meaning that his major personality flaw is always loosing despite having the advantage due to never finishing off the heroes in an efficient manner, such as leaving things up to overly complicated schemes. This is just one mistake he makes from the list of bad guy mistakes. If it's generic, he's prone to it. He's not even genre savvy so doesn't believe he's making the mistakes, always blaming his minions for any failures, often leading to him killing them. He in fact does more damage to his own side then the heroes do sometimes.
Abilities
Physical Abilities- He's only as powerful as an average human, being a more behind the scenes schemer who uses trickery to get his way.
*Evil Scheming
*Gloating
*Ordering people around
Powers
He can shoot darkness from his fingertips, capable of incapacitating people in pain, but not if they experience a wave of heroism that can overcome it. He also has the power to summon some dark creators from a flaming cauldron, but this takes a lot of time and random chanting.
Weaknesses
Even the small things can do his plans in, and if his plans fail he's not very powerful on his own. If he is powerful enough he'll probably delay to gloat just long enough for his opponent to come out on top. In fact he will probably never win.
Equipment
Weapons: An evil looking dark cane with a red orb on top and a pitch black sword that doesn't break.
Bio
He doesn't really have a good reason for taking over the world. He's just always wanted to, believing that everything belongs to him. The pesky humans were all that stood between him and this world domination. How hard could it be?
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: He looks like a slightly aging vaguely British man with high, pointed cheekbones, shallow cheeks, a black twirly mustache, a monocle, slick black hair, and narrow eyes with red iris's. His skin is pale and his body slightly frail, yet threatening. He wears an all black uniform made up of a cloak, armor, and chains positioned randomly around his uniform. In the middle of his chest plate is a skull shaped emblem. He has a long, flowing cape.
Personality: He wishes to take over the world, being a major megalomaniac. He's prone to making mistakes that most main bad guys make, meaning that his major personality flaw is always loosing despite having the advantage due to never finishing off the heroes in an efficient manner, such as leaving things up to overly complicated schemes. This is just one mistake he makes from the list of bad guy mistakes. If it's generic, he's prone to it. He's not even genre savvy so doesn't believe he's making the mistakes, always blaming his minions for any failures, often leading to him killing them. He in fact does more damage to his own side then the heroes do sometimes.
Abilities
Physical Abilities- He's only as powerful as an average human, being a more behind the scenes schemer who uses trickery to get his way.
*Evil Scheming
*Gloating
*Ordering people around
Powers
He can shoot darkness from his fingertips, capable of incapacitating people in pain, but not if they experience a wave of heroism that can overcome it. He also has the power to summon some dark creators from a flaming cauldron, but this takes a lot of time and random chanting.
Weaknesses
Even the small things can do his plans in, and if his plans fail he's not very powerful on his own. If he is powerful enough he'll probably delay to gloat just long enough for his opponent to come out on top. In fact he will probably never win.
Equipment
Weapons: An evil looking dark cane with a red orb on top and a pitch black sword that doesn't break.
Bio
He doesn't really have a good reason for taking over the world. He's just always wanted to, believing that everything belongs to him. The pesky humans were all that stood between him and this world domination. How hard could it be?
SailorMoon said
ehehe... Tohru sleeps in the nude? o.o Even with a room mate around huh? :3
Rika couldn't afford to do so with Nadeshiko around as her roommate. She's not shy about her body but that's just suicide.
I posted. I have some character sheet stuff to work with and then I'll go to bed, so I'm not sure if I can post here again tonight with it being so late.
Mauk Tu strolled around the corridors of the space station as merrily as a robot could, enjoying not only the multitude of beep boops from his fellow computer companions, but also the friendly chatter of the other occupants made out of flesh and blood rather then metal and silicon, or his Mauk's case many more advanced polymers and other materials. Not that he clamed superiority, he was just blessed with parts that allowed him to better help those in need., be it man or machine. So far everything seemed to check out all right. No abnormal levels of stress evident on any of the people's faces. He's wasn't an official guard on the station, but he wanted to be there if something did go wrong. This area occasionally had some run-ins with less then savory individuals, so one had to always be diligent when out on patrol.
"Ohhh! Look at that cool robot!" A little earthling boy exclaimed in amazement, tapping on his flexible blue metal armor on his thigh. It made hollow clanking sounds, revealing that he wasn't solid matter, but was instead hollowed out inside with lots of wires, pistons, and other objects running through it. The boy oohed and awed as he examined his armor from every which way. His happiness made the AI deep inside Mauk feel happy as well. He couldn't explain it, but for some reason he was blessed with the gift of feeling emotions. He had them so he had to put them to good use one way or another.
"Western area is secure, sir!" He said, playing along like this kid was his commander. He saluted with his left hand, and with his right he had his arm bent upwards at the elbow to point his arm canon towards the ceiling at the "ready" position. The kid's face brightened up at this, his day officially made. The boy pointed eagerly down the hallway. "Go that way, Mr. Robot! The evil forces of the Zorg may strike at a moment's notice!"
"Yes sir!" Mauk replied, storming down the hallway, his sleek metal form and powerful machinery allowing him to cut through the air, which was being artificially pumped through the station, like a knife. He slowed back down to a steady pace once he turned the corner and got out of sight. He didn't want to accidentally run into someone at that speed, after all. Kids were always so interesting. He didn't know his true meaning in life, but he at least knew that kids should be protected. He continued hearing in his eastward direction to scan the rest of the ship for danger, and if nothing showed up then he'd leave for someone else.
"Ohhh! Look at that cool robot!" A little earthling boy exclaimed in amazement, tapping on his flexible blue metal armor on his thigh. It made hollow clanking sounds, revealing that he wasn't solid matter, but was instead hollowed out inside with lots of wires, pistons, and other objects running through it. The boy oohed and awed as he examined his armor from every which way. His happiness made the AI deep inside Mauk feel happy as well. He couldn't explain it, but for some reason he was blessed with the gift of feeling emotions. He had them so he had to put them to good use one way or another.
"Western area is secure, sir!" He said, playing along like this kid was his commander. He saluted with his left hand, and with his right he had his arm bent upwards at the elbow to point his arm canon towards the ceiling at the "ready" position. The kid's face brightened up at this, his day officially made. The boy pointed eagerly down the hallway. "Go that way, Mr. Robot! The evil forces of the Zorg may strike at a moment's notice!"
"Yes sir!" Mauk replied, storming down the hallway, his sleek metal form and powerful machinery allowing him to cut through the air, which was being artificially pumped through the station, like a knife. He slowed back down to a steady pace once he turned the corner and got out of sight. He didn't want to accidentally run into someone at that speed, after all. Kids were always so interesting. He didn't know his true meaning in life, but he at least knew that kids should be protected. He continued hearing in his eastward direction to scan the rest of the ship for danger, and if nothing showed up then he'd leave for someone else.
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