JunkMail

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

I regret everything.

[OPEN AND ACCEPTING] HALT! Life of the City Guard.

STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM.

I'll look into making a character sheet shortly.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

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Existing.

@SepticGentleman

rude

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

The more I read about the SG the more I wonder what a super did to fuck up their mental psyche so much.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Wednesday

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Hope - Marc Tatossian Edit

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It hadn't been the first time she had seen fire and explosions come from the skies. She doubted it would be the last time either.

The first time she had ever seen such a sight was when she was very young, when the war on superhumans was fresh and new. When fighting those of alien ability was the next great thing. The fervor in those early years was a towering tidal wave of energy, gathering speed and strength as it tumbled out from the source. With this surge of change, there came a great many rules and instructions. Those rules made no sense to her, but everyone quite unanimously agreed that they were to be obeyed. Or maybe they just knew the futility of resisting such a force. At the cost of one, insignificant pocket of the populace, they could buy back... whatever it was. Whether that was safety, or pride, or something else altogether, Wednesday did not know. A lot of people did believe in the cause too, or in the very least they made themselves believe it. They were wise to do so. If they hadn't, they likely would've perish with the rest of the superhumans as a sympathizer.

She had heard it grow. She had seen it all from those early embers and watched as the flames consumed her city in a rapturous, patriotic blaze. First came the shouts, then the guns and finally the trucks, dark and greedy. People were swallowed up by those trucks. Sometimes quietly in broad daylight, and sometimes in loud midnight feastings. The outcome was aways the same- those people were never seen nor heard from again. Then, she got tired of being quiet. She wanted to strike fear back. And she did. With fire and flames of her own. But then, one day, fire and flames did little more than to prolong the inevitable. Eventually those dark, greedy trucks came for her too.

She saw the same change in the distance, rumbling towards them in a tidal wave of fire.

Wednesday had always been a fighter, the kind who fell and claimed it was only making her chin strong. But coming to this island had made her a runner. She was a cornered animal on this island- trapped and surrounded by hundreds of other criminals just like her. She had become a a loner because of it. A survivor, who saw this great movement of imminent, destructive change and had seen the likes of it before. Who's first instinct was to turn tail and run, as far and as fast as she could. For the first time in years, Wednesday was sweating. She was trapped in that awkward stage between zero and one, that uncomfortable stage where her mind worked to decide between fight or flight.

When Wednesday rushed towards the shelters, anxiously looking for Estal, Jack, and Rico, she didn't know what she was doing. She was absent, even as she shouted at them to get up, and to get moving. She didn't stop to think about the consequences. She didn't care that Jack was dangerous, or that Estal didn't heal her, or that Rico didn't know his head from his ass sometimes. Something in her drove her to help them, at least before she ran. Something told her to make them run with her.

Haeda was so close to Aber. She could smell the death in the air already. It likely wouldn't be long before she could see those who brought it. Her mind continued to race. Borea and Praxum were the furthest from Aber, but Borea was three thousand strong. They had people. They had a small army. One large enough to be worth warning.

"Borea!" she had yelled to them. "To site Borea! Hurry!"

The dangerous in the jungle would be little compared to the dangers on their doorstep. It was worth the risk.

MENTIONED: @Inertia @LazyEgg @Ginger Kollie

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

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Unlike you dumbasses, I actually learn from my mistakes.

_{ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh}

@Mr Allen J

I mean, obviously not. You're still rping.

_{and friends with me}

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

An RP with Septic, Junkmail and Maxx as the GMs?

What a shameful display.

@Mr Allen J

As if you haven't done the same before, bb. :)

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Well, I'll be coming back from a little trip myself tonight so activity from me will resume as normal.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

@SepticGentleman giddy up

@LazyEgg

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Wednesday

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Wednesday had been steamrolling through the jungle, very much intending on taking as much of her anger out on the foliage over her followers as possible. With her good arm of course. However, she had to stop herself mid swing as Estal approached her. She had that scared tone of hers and she stuttered. This would normally indicate some form of nervousness. Unfortunately for Wednesday, Estal had stuttered through nearly all of her sentences thus far. She couldn't get a read on her like she could normally.

“I, er, I, er... I can... I can heal you.”

Oh. Well, that was awkward.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes for a moment as if she was going to say something, but shut it, seeming to have changed her mind halfway through. She didn't know much about Estal's powers. The pain she felt could be transferred to her, or she could take the wound instead. Some of the healers on this island were like that. Even if she wasn't like that, Wednesday couldn't rightly tell.

"Right, well, next time." Wednesday said dismissively. It didn't hurt or upset her that Estal hadn't helped. If Wednesday could heal someone, she knew that she wouldn't assist anyone she didn't know. Or at least without compensation. Estal, at the moment, owed her nothing. Wednesday shook her head and continued chopping through the forest. Soon, the woodland began to thin, and then seemed to disappear into civilization. Site Haeda was a large, relatively circular site, centered around some fields of farmland, which the local botanists had cleared of trees of for use. Office and maintenance buildings used for housing stretched around the circular high wall. A large, ruined glass dome rested upon the fence which someone much have smashed a while ago. The whole site was generally grey in color, but it's interior was home to a lot of decorative overgrowth. As they entered the fence, it could be noted that inside the circular fence was a mess of botanists' creations, twisted vines and whatnot.

"Welcome to Haeda. You'll be resting in those buildings over there." Wednesday said, pointing to the aforementioned office buildings. "Just find an unclaimed room. Or share. Doesn't matter much. Find me in the morning. I'll help catch us breakfast before I'm on my way." Wednesday stated. She shifted the weight of her travel pack to her good shoulder and said her goodbyes to go and get food and to get her wound looked at. Their first nights here would be long, but Wednesday was a big believer of learning on the job. They'd make it.

She was confident in that.

MENTIONED: @Inertia @LazyEgg @Ginger Kollie