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โœพ UNREST โœพ

ใ€‹ BURGER QUEEN || 1 AUGUST 2019 || ~9:00 PM


Dave had never been one to complain. He hadn't said a word when he was expelled from his first high school over a misunderstanding, and he never groaned about the lack of job prospects in Bloomfield Bay. There were jobs, but there weren't any he could fill with his high school diploma. The service industry jobs went to younger, better-looking people who could put in more hours instead of a hobo living out of his car. He had tried applying for janitorial positions, too, but found that even there the applicants were usually plentiful and overqualified.

Occasionally, customers at the Burger Queen would mock him for having a cell phone despite being homeless, before they returned to their own brushes with poverty in every bill that needed to be paid. He understood that it was their own fears they wanted to avoid, and having him around made it easy to forget how precarious their own positions were. So he never complained when they made those comments, just like how he wasn't complaining now, as a snot-smeared kid wiped her little hands on his ragged coat in complete defiance of her screaming mother. Eventually the woman dragged her child away, scrubbing the toddler's hands furiously with wet wipes.

He noted with resignation that the lady never bothered apologizing to him. She was probably more horrified that her daughter was touching a homeless person.

His phone rang at that moment, the screen flashing while on silent, so he left the fast food on the table with a nod at the cashier and a quick look towards the restroom to indicate he would be back soon. Inside, the sterile lighting and white linoleum revealed too many piss stains to count and several dark brown spots peppering the immediate vicinity of the toilet.

"Hello," he answered, already knowing who it was.

Jared's chipper voice answered from the other end of the line, "Hey, Dave! Sorry about the late pay last time--I got a new accountant and he thought the monthly payments sent to you were 'suspicious' so he flagged them and forgot to check with me. Honestly, I appreciate the meticulous work, but the guy really grilled me about who it was going to and why--"

"They're getting numerous here, Jared," Dave cut in. It was Jared's nature to talk and talk often, the well-bred sort of assertiveness that resulted from years of trained socializing and careful sidestepping of awkward silences.

"...Is it bad? I don't think I'll be back in Bloomfield Bay for at least another month or two, and I just killed a pretty beefy one two days ago here," Jared's voice dropped, though from the stark silence in the background, Dave could tell he was already somewhere private.

"Even if you were, I'm not sure it'd make a difference. Some new type of Elegy these days. Sends lots of little things skittering around causing discontent and misery, but the big one's hiding somewhere I can't tell. Bell sounds have been maddening lately."

"Do you want me to call someone? I think Anna and Leelee are still in the area, and Anna's got that tracking ability--"

"Yeah, if you could," Dave agreed, "that'd be great." He paused a moment but continued when he heard the sound of Jared's mouth working up another silence-filler. "Hey, Jared? I know I say this all the time, but I really appreciate what you're doing. For me. And by proxy for everyone else. I know it looks weird to be helping a random hobo all the time--"

"Stop, I should be thanking you." Jared cut him off this time. Then the sound of something muffling the receiver end while Jared shouted at someone ended quickly. "Sorry about that--I was saying I should be thanking you. Most of us don't want to give up anything, even when we know the world's at stake. I'm not going to make the excuse that it's human nature, because we should know better than primal urges by now, but you're stronger than everyone I know. Don't think you should be ashamed of that. I'm not."

If there was anything Dave had to say in response, he held his tongue, afraid Jared would hear the slight stuffiness of his voice when he tried to hold back more emotions than he could.

"But hey, I've gotta go now, my secretary is absolutely reaming my ass right now, I'll call you again later if I can duck away." The call ended on a merciful click and Dave calmed his reddening face with splashes of water. Jared was wealthy, but not as much as he could be if he erred more on the shady side of business. That he had always refused to partake in tax evasion schemes and corporate exploitation meant he was often away checking in on various branches of his family's hotel chain and making sure someone else wasn't shaving off profits in his stead. It also meant he was cutting back himself in order to support not only Dave, but various other Crowns who had come to him for assistance.

When Dave had calmed down enough, he walked out as quietly as he had entered, finishing his meal and cleaning his table so the Burger Queen staff would have a little less to do.

When he was away from both security cameras and human sight, he called forth his Crown and stepped into the Greyspace. It shrouded his body in an ink-dark pallor before shaping into a thin layer of black armor over his now ash-gray skin that faded into a blue translucence around his legs and arms. It seemed to reveal much of his new body, but the texture of the new skin was hard as steel. The Crown became a horn jutting from his forehead and furled out two sharp tendrils of pulsing blue on either side of his head. The top half of his new, inhuman face was shrouded now by a sheath of that same black carapace and small divots of blue light glimmered to life along the face and collarbone of his new form.

Floating now, he turned towards the nearing sound of tiny bells, already expecting the swarm of vermin. It would take a coordinated attack and a careful tracker to reveal the main body of the Elegy and he could only wait until Anna returned to organize the friendly Crowns.



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โœพ CHANCE MEETINGS โœพ

ใ€‹ CAKE CAFE || 1 AUGUST 2019 || ~3:00 PM


The Elegies were small and numerous this time, the damn things shaped like scuttling rats and spiders coated with a surface of smooth, black ink. They were too defined to be the ephemeral, shapeless masses that were normal Elegies, but it was something to think about later for Micah as he mowed down the critters. They seemed to just keep coming and he was getting tired. The area he covered seemed deserted of any other Crowns so he decided to hang in there a bit longer until he really couldnโ€™t hold out anymore.

The roar of a powerful engine was heard first before the rapid hollow booming of her blasters. The veritable rain of fire left the familiar ozone smell in her nostrils as she perched precariously on top of the bike trying to finish her canned tuna.

She looked bedraggled and dirty, but as she stood up, putting her weight behind the bike as she swung it in mob clearing wide arcs around the lone Crown, her dull crimson hood and her transformed look all but conformed her identity.

"Pretty reckless fighting them solo."

โ€œI didnโ€™t really know anyone was around here,โ€ Micah said, backing away from her carโ€™s movements. โ€œBut right now thereโ€™s still a ton of them! Can you take them out? My offensive capabilities are, uh, yeah.โ€

He didnโ€™t wait for her to respond before a golden, ethereal ribbon beelined through the monsters and wrapped onto Nanamiโ€™s ankle. Nothing felt particularly different, but a tingling flitted through her body as the energy that she had recently depleted regenerated at breakneck pace.

The Crown of Potential wasnโ€™t the type of person that lingered with a regular groupโ€”it was something that anyone that had the opportunity to work with the woman was likely to say. That was why, when the chimes had sounded, sheโ€™d simply left her gardening half-finished.

That was why, when she noticed two other Crowns present in the Grayspace before she arrived, Tyjha couldnโ€™t help but be surprised. The Crown traced a path in the air with her armament, two shimmering gerberas the size of saucers following the batonโ€™s movements as she moved her way through the crowd with an elegance only found in comfort. Two others meant Scatter wouldnโ€™t be the easiest option to handle the sheer numbersโ€”a disappointment, but not an issue.

The gerberas cut another line through the Elegies, their forms returning to Tyjhaโ€™s side with a sweep of her baton, the third of seven Blossoming behind her from its ethereal form. Its form grew in response to will and magic, trailing behind her until it had grown to Tyjhaโ€™s satisfaction.

Unable to announce her presence with her voice, the Crown instead used action, the largest of her flowers following instruction from her baton. It landed in close proximity to the horned crown, brambles immediately growing outward in a line to slow the approach of Elegies from one side.

โ€œWow, lucky me,โ€ Micah greeted, the statement genuine. โ€œSomeone else with better powers.โ€

"Don't lose focus." Energized, with what little energy she had used returned, she transformed the bike entirely, forming it around her left arm. A large combine appeared, roaring like a demonic beast, the blades in front a maelstrom of sharp metal.

"Fall like chaff in the wind."

The combine roared forwards, moving with the speeds of a hungry beast. The black specks of rat-like Elegies vanished beneath the deadly attack, its power shredding through the immediate horde like paper. Dismembered rats dissipated back into the air of the Greyspace as if they had never existed. The remaining Elegies scampered away, too numerous to chase, but held at bay for now.

Micah released the spell on Nanami, breaths rapid. โ€œItโ€™s always been rats lately,โ€ he muttered, still looking around in case more appeared.

Another Crown chose that exact moment to step into the Grayspace. Well, he didnโ€™t exactly step so much as stumbled into the magical dimension, cursing and swaying all the while. Under the black garb his Crown gave him, it was difficult to tell who he was. But surprise was plain enough in his voice when he looked up and noticed Micah.

โ€œC-Catherine!?โ€ He called out, caught off-guard.

Micah recognized that voice, but he was having trouble remembering who it was. One of the customers who frequented the cafe. Markโ€ฆMichaelโ€ฆsomething with an M.

โ€œWaitโ€ฆMatthew?!โ€ he blurted out when the name finally came to him. โ€œYouโ€™re a Crown?!โ€



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Need these two posts removed (player was kicked, so tidying up):

roleplayerguild.com/posts/4922238
roleplayerguild.com/posts/4909294

Thank you for your time!
@Eviledd1984 Hey, there, you kind of seem to just want to do your own thing disregarding entirely the theme/context of the RP. I was aware you wanted an Ultraman-like character but to actually set up a scene that discordant isn't something I'm into, sorry. I'm obviously not a stickler for realism, but that was a bit ridiculous all the same and I get the impression this game isn't quite the style that would best fit your character.

I'll be booting you from the RP for my own sanity, but it's nothing personal. Thanks for playing and good luck with further RPs. This decision is not up for discussion. Do not post further in the OOC/IC/CHAR threads. Do not PM me.

Oh, I forgot to mention it here since I mentioned it in Discord, but I was working on the IC post the past few days now that I'm free from finals. There were some setbacks and poor planning like me trying to work on a post in edit mode, Firefox crashing, progress lost, etc.

It'll be up soon once I get it all typed out again.

@PapiTan Looks good to go! Throw it in the CHAR tab and we can get started soon.
Cosmic Fairy got you beat, but yeah, looks good.
Oop, I'll fix that. Edit: Should be working now. Had the wrong link set to permanent.
Small note that if you see future CS's get popped into the CHAR tab without any discussion in the OOC tab, it's because people already discussed it with me in Discord.
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