Kafka Komedy

Marvel/DC: The Coming Storm

As Matt stared dejectedly at the people below, someone caught his eye. This girl, this black haired girl with really nice eyes. He watched her with deep interest as she deceived the local food vendor; Hot dogs, man did he miss hot dogs. That wasn't a very nice or brave move, deception was very low on his list of things that were heroic, but maybe she needed food and didn't have money? Yes, that was definitely it. It was fine, yeah. Matt decided to follow her, maybe say hi and stuff. She made her way to the local shelter, as did he. The street was a little rundown, honestly. The city's official's mostly ignored the funding for this place and it pissed him off. Why not sap some money from less important things to help those less fortunate? Man, the more he thought about it, this place was kind of a shithole. I mean, mobster kingpins hosting illegal deals in abandoned warehouses after the companies using them pulled out, leaving all their workers jobless. Hell, that's probably where all these friggin mooks are coming from. Matt shook himself from his thoughts; They were getting much more pessimistic lately and he needed to shake himself from them more and more. Probably due to... life events. Matt sighed as he stopped crouching down and squinting at the female he was, with all intents and purposes stalking. Yeah, she probably needed a home judging how she was making her way to a shelter. He sucked in some breath as he worked up the courage to hop down there. "Once you go down there, there's no going back." He whispered to himself. Matt jumped onto the street, not activating his boosters as to accentuate his entrance. That was sure to sweep her off her feet. Unfortunately, all pretenses of badassness were shattered as soon as he looked up at her, finally close enough to gauge her features. He melted like he was 2800 degrees and he was sure his battery sparked or something. "Uh-um, hi...? I'm uh, I'm Matt. Wwwwhat's up?" He stuttered, flashing a cheesy grin after he finished being an idiot. So yeah, he had about zero chance with this chick. Nice one, Matt.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Savo and Tearstone have yet to report in.

Lugubrious

Yeah, Tear hasn't posted their CS yet. In fact, my team hasn't been very much active at all... Psst, that's your cue guys!

Jumping through the multi-verse

Matt caught his breath after all that screaming and shouting. It looked like they didn't even need the knight anyways, lucky him. Pokemon lied twitching and spasming on the ground uselessly. Others still stood, fortunate enough to not have been targeted by him. Yet. He sighed as a stand off occurred. Or maybe it was actual peace? He doubted it. Suddenly then, he heard the sound of wind rushing by him. As he turned around he noticed his comrade almost getting hit by some kind of laser beam. Before Matt could react, he also heard a buzzing behind him. Matt turned to be graced with the image of a Shedinija, rushing towards him. Matt gasped for breath as a speeding bullet of a bug slammed into his chest with razor like claws. He absolutely abhorred bugs. He groaned in pain as he got up and stared at the monstrosity before him, and then down at his now red coated shirt. "Heheh." He laughed, shortly there afterward coughing and hacking up a small amount of blood. "Bad ch-choice, fuckhead." He said, a poisonous venom coating his words. He was mad, honest to god mad at the stupid insignificant bug that had stabbed him. He screamed his magical hex and a righteous lightning struck the animal down. He continued throwing around his lightning indiscriminately as he slowly made his way toward Jymni. A leader always looked out for their teammates first.

Jumping through the multi-verse

Oh hey, you're back! Cool! Let me read through the new stuff, and I'll write up a new post.

Marvel/DC: The Coming Storm

Meh kinda not really

soren

Jeez, that sucks man. Hope life gets better for you.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Indigo smiled under his mask as he silently straightened his bow tie. It was an idle action; his tie didn't need straightening. Hell, he had already straightened it twice in the time he finished that thought! Still though, it was a gesture of impatience, anxiousness, and excitement. He had made it. Even if his methods weren't the best to getting there, the title "Number 1" was now officially within reach! At the end of this deep tunnel laid the light of endless love an adoration, and he would steal that prize, using the bodies of all the Grimm he was surely going to slay as his platform. He shook his head as he heard his name being called. He walked up to the stage, behind the cute oddly pacifistic girl that had helped him in the Forever Fall Forest, as well as the other male who was really happy most of the time, and wore a badass suit of armor into battle. Reminded him of a lot of his videogames. And, ofcourse, Seilber. His partner, jittering and sweating like she was on trial for murder or something. She must not have liked the spotlight. He was a fan, but he understood that some weren't. Especially those trying to keep a low profile. "You will now work together as team Silverpoint led by... Seilber Vulpez." Indie paused. A frown and accompanying rage slowly filled his face under the mask. He wasn't leader? That wasn't right... He needed to be leader. He was determined to be the best, why wasn't he leader? Was he not powerful enough yet? Was it because he lacked elegance and grace? You didn't need that to become great! Hell, you didn't even need to be leader to become great! He'd become number one without being leader. He didn't need a leader. He didn't need anybody. Indie suddenly felt very uncomfortable on the stage. He walked, or more accurately stomped, down the stage in a fit of angst and anger, not bothering to see if his teammates were following until he was sufficiently far from the stage. "So, guys." He said "Wanna go back to my place and... unload and relax?~" He said, giggling to himself like a small child. Jokes were how he relived stress, and right now he was feeling much to hotheaded. Honestly, he just wanted to send an email to his friends back home and sleep for awhile in his nice new bed.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Ravio quietly yawned to himself as the light of dawn broke through an open window. In retrospect it was pretty early for tactical espionage, especially in a new and interesting world that needed it's history texts read. That reminded him, he needed to visit the Museum of Lo- erm, Hyrule Historia. Back on topic, Ravio was now sitting lightly against the door. The argument was sure to get heated enough to the point at which they had stopped even registering the small sounds Ravio made. Lady Midna responded to the fairy's question with a fairly simple response covered in a poisonous air of royalty and condescension. She then gave the fairy the social cue to leave promptly when there was so obviously much more to speak about. He was ready for a verbal explosion by the fairy, but instead a large clatter rung through the building. Ravio was thoroughly scared by it, even going so far as to jump and yelp like a small animal getting it's tail stepped on. Once he realized there was no danger, he calmed down a tad, his heart slowing from the speed of the worlds fastest mailman to a more regulated pulse. He crouched back down and listened in to the conversation at hand as the fairy responded to Lady Midna's frankly a little insulting brush off. She then proceeded to fully recount the history of the genocide of her people. It was... horrible. Had Lady Midna really allowed this to happen, and simply sweep it under the rug? Ravio felt as if the fairy's absolute explosion was completely justified. He would wait for Lady Midna's response to form, but the case was quickly pilling against her. If she didn't provide the fairy with some sort of explanation, or excuse, or something, he would mark her as a historical revisionist placing to much importance on the past. Or maybe a lack there of? "Some girls are only pretty on the outside." Ravio mumbled to himself, getting a little to confident in his ability to evade capture at the hands of the two people he was eavesdropping on.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Oh my dear lord there are so many posts... I'll try and get something up for team SIVI today. Mayhaps that'll get Tearstone to post her character back in the new tab.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

I can't seem to focus tonight. I'll get a post up as soon as I can tomorrow.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Indie

Name: Indigo Kafka Age: 17 Gender:M Race:Human Weapon: "Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it. Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging. Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it. Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona... Color: Indigo [#4B0082] Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off. Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special." As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.