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Superheroes on Minimum Wage

@Heathen Bitchy or not, I bet he and Dani would be friends. Shall we make them friends?

@Subject Zero

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That would be great. It would make sense after all ^^

@Heathen

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Lob

Location: The Inn
Interacting With: All present.

More food, the magic word worked! One of his previous pack had tried to teach him manners, it was equally horrifying for all, but he did walk away with a word of power. He heartily ate the next plate of food given to him by the alpha, he would have to give her something back in fair trade. looking around he saw the bogs everyone was taking, he ambled over to the foppish trader and took a bag in his clawed hand and gave it to Kyra.

"Food, good, bag good, food, bag, good trade."

And with that he handed over his whole upfront of the mission for a second helping of breakfast and went back to his stuff and began to adorn himself for all to see, he slipped his face through a black bear pelt and set the hellhound head over his ears, invoking the spirit of the loyal mount to the black rider. He absently touched his stomach, still remembering the whole day he was in pain over eating fifteen pounds of uncooked dogmeat.

Next he took something he was distinctly told was not a hat and put it on his arm for now with a throwing axe tucked into the gap against the forearm, he had a belt with five thick ceramic orbs tied off on his waist with "ow" carved into the clay. He took up a net and folded it over his shoulder like the skeleton of a cape. Last came his prized bone, it was once part of a black dragon and the primal magic still worked.

He looked around like he was missing something and suddenly smacked his head as he saw Ash licking his bowl clean. Outthe door went lob heading directly for the jail. "PLEASE!" There was a loud crash, some yelling, the sound of something wooden being broken and finally some loud barking. "THANK YOU!"

Lob came back from the jail cells with an easily hundred pound mastiff following behind. He took a bowl and fed the dog some food who had all the manners as its rescuerer. He used both magic words this time to get what he needed, He was well on his way to becoming a shaman himself!

"Lob, dog, dog lobs, Lobs dog. Good dog."

Omega League

Betsy had to be rough with his lady as he slammed the shaft into her hole, reattaching the armature and suffering the six second sag. With her still flat on her back, it was much easier to get into position as he unfastened her top and climbed inside. The first thing most see is a web of cables that looks like it is meant to catch him, in fact it is an interactive lattice that uplinks with his current power armor to mirror his micro-movements to a macro-scale. Activating the gravity nullifier in the suit itself, he gracefully pops up to a standing position like a marionette doll.

"Alright baby, lets go get dirty."

Massive doors were already opening as he was suiting up so he had nothing more to do than magnitize his feet to a standing position, crouch down, reverse magnetic charge for a minuscule boost, and LEAP out into central city to see what he could do to help. Klaxon alarms went off as he un-holstered his graviton cannon and started hunting for anything falling from the sky that wasn't supposed to.
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He saw the age wear on his C.O. it was clear that the attack was not wanted, but needed. The greatest victories are the wars not fought, it was simple math to understand mutants could do everything humans could and more. If you lined up 1000 armed and trained humans versus 1000 armed and trained mutants, the mutants win, it just happens.
"No Juro. No, things didn't go to well at all. It seems that our plans to mount an attack on the mutant registration department holding facility stands. We will need everyone on point. You all know your rolls.
Inform Stampede that he will indeed be the way we smash through the front fortifications. We attack in one day."
Juro nodded and pulled out his phone to begin testing when all hell broke loose. Thankfully he was in his body armor to mitigate the damage, but he didn't have his helmet on. When it all came to a stop he cracked a smile, 'driver' had removed himself by reaching through the little window so that he wasn't crushed by the frontal impact. "Oh, mi Diosa. Sir, why on earth did you do that to us?"

Apparently those spanish lessons were paying off as he emerged from the car first, NOW wearing his mask with rifle ready for an assault as the Mortician raised the earth and brought them up to see the city on fire. He took a moment to assess the situation before speaking up but was interrupted by the omega mutant cry for his friend. Next he heard the exchange between himself and his superior easily enough and soon enough they were on their way back to the fallen house as he actively dismissed all his other selves down to just 'king' and 'war'.
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'War' had his orders and now he did activate the little red laser for the photokinetic mutant to know there was support, perhaps with an already existing Laser, he could supercharge the beam into cutting through the opponent from behind as he fired his targeted round at the mechanical opponent's neck joint. He was fighting blind but he knew the second that light surrounded himself in a protective barrier, he was going to detonate the charges still in the house. Ten separate single pound charges of home made c-4 was equivalent to ten different bundles of 16 sticks of dynamite. He had read the anarchist cookbook under the botanist and the EOD manuals when he was still in the service, he knew where to place the charges properly, but now that the house was sunk in, the situation was different and would probably be noise, smoke and light debris shrapnel. Not enough for significant damage, but more for disorientation of the enemy.
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As an immortal, Necron had to learn to be aware of his surroundings so as to not be beheaded from behind. But as much as he sensed someone behind him, there was no one there. Years of trechery must be taking their toll as he felt the hum in the deck plates as the shields came online. Odd they were not due for any drills, this with flickering lights was a bad omen. Followed by a signal to brace for impact.

"Attention all personnel, please brace for impact"

Necron threw himself into the nearest doorway he could find and hoped it wouldn't be like that time in San Francisco. Mentally he mapped out the route for the nearest escape pods, he did not feel like testing his immortality today. Suddenly, the doorway he was standing in opened...
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As the general enters, Tohi rolls to his feet and nods to the teacher to show as much respect he can while being commanded by their shared superior to approach immediately. As orders are issued, he starts pulling the straps off of his body armor to really go train to take on a psycho mutant. But then the ground starts to shake and things begin to fall to the ground, by some miracle the silent galoot remains standing while Chi-tah drops prone and splays out his body like a skinned rug covered in combat padding.

"I THINK THE BOTANIST HEARD YOU!"

Omega League

Squad looks to Botanis as they sit in a sink hole "No more spicy food for you boss."

Star Wars: The Bounty Hunter Guild~ IC

Besh had done his job and so now he simply sat back to let the alpha issue the orders. Much of it sounded suspicious, but sitting here arguing shadows was not putting them onto their quarry. He pulled out a datapad and wrote down questions to ask the others later.
*What was being stolen? / Who has being targeted?
*Can they track if any of the stolen items have turned back up on public or black markets?
*When was the last time anyone had ever been targeted in this manner?
On order to stalk the prey, know the prey. Know the territory it has claimed. Study its remains, be it food carcases or its 'leavings'. Everything leaves tracks of some kind, even fish.

He was about to go make preparations when a droid approached the table. He liked droids, properly made, properly programed, they were more dependable than people. "Query, please state your designation and function before we answer your query."

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

Is this still open to join?

@Princeofhearts

Yes, yes it is. ^_^

Superheroes on Minimum Wage

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed I was in a dark room in a circle with others facing each other and I think I recognized at least one of them from my misfits group. There was a woman standing in the middle, strangely familiar but not quite in a way that is recognizable. She says plenty of things but whatever it is, is muddled and difficult to understand. Next I find myself on a metal table, strapped to it with leather strapped buckled in. Aside from a pair of almost stereotypical looking doctors is a plastic bag containing some liquid, with its strangely bright color. As the liquid goes down a tube towards a needle in my arm. Things go blank one more time, and the I wake up."

Thomas was sitting at the walnut table over a plate of eggs over easy on a slice of toast as he described his dream. Mom and dad exchange glances as dad gestures to mom to do her thing. She finishes her bite of breakfast before speaking up.

"Well, you are in an unfamiliar place but with people you recognize and this calms you. Next is an authority figure who speaks about stuff you do not understand, not surprising in dreams. Then you find yourself being held down against your will and being filled with something you don't understand or fear... Sounds to me like a typical high school dream about being forced to learn subjects against your passions and accept things you don't understand, like responsibility. But, as bad as it it, you are not alone with the others in the circle and you should seek solace in your friends."

"So, sounds like mid-term stress. I'll see what we can do about taking this weekend off and get out of the city for the weekend. Maybe if you can find these people in your dream we can invite them with us for the weekend. Suburban seats seven so us three and four of your friends. I know Sani would love the chance to get away from her mom, I'll ask her at the next coven gather tomorrow."

Thomas bit into bread to hide his smile, Sani was a Punjabi-hindu girl in the coven who had the typical protective parents. She went to a different school than CCHS, a Modern Orthodox college preparatory Jewish high school for girls, so they usually met once or twice a month. He grew up with her like a cousin once they came here from New Orleans and she helped shave his accent off a bit before school started his first year so he wouldn't be picked on too much. Unfortunately, as much as his parents were trying to 'ship them together, Sani REALLY likes going to an all girl high school. Her secret was safe with him as he finished breakfast and got ready for school.

Even with eggs and toast, he was still hungry and sat at the front of the school waiting for some of the other misfits to arrive before grabbing second breakfast like a hobbit. He stood on the corner of the school grounds and stared down two of the streets intersecting, watching for anyone getting picked on before school started. He had his skateboard and was fooling about with tricks on the curb to keep himself busy until anyone he knew showed up or someone he didn't know needed help.

Superheroes on Minimum Wage

All I can imagine from the dream sequence:

What? I never said my imagination was normal.

Superheroes on Minimum Wage

Thomas Fan

Full name:
Thomas Fan

Grade Level:
Senior

Appearance:


Graduation major:
Foreign language/theology

Academics/Clubs:
Band/Theater

What would you say your home life is like?:
Eclectic, our family are members in good standing with the local coven. Dad was corpsman in the navy until he met my mom and retired to work in the New Orleans ER. Mom is a certified Hoodani priestess who spent most of her time as a 'Eucharistic minister' in the same Mississippi hospital my dad worked at before hurricane Katrina us move to central city. We share our cul-de-sac with three other houses with other 'spirituals'. The neighbor kids try to make fun of us and consider us the freaks of the suburbia. Fuck-em.

What are your dreams for your future? Your ideal job?:
Love to open up a mystic shop and sell occult stuff along side standard magician supplies.

If you were given one million dollars, what would you do with it?:
Take 900,000 and invest it it into 12 separate 75,000 annual corporate bonds,
live off the 100,000 for the first year as each bond Matures
4% interest of 75,000 is 3000 a month for life aside from anything I do to earn income on my own, 36,000 a year.
Supplement the interest with regular finances until stable enough to not need regular employment.

What would you say is the best thing about yourself?:
Open-mindedness, when you worship multiple gods and believe in faeries and other magical creatures, then what you look like or who you kiss seems like stupid stuff to worry about.

What about the worst thing about yourself?:
Short temper, weekly fights over people messing with my family or friends.

What would you say is a fact about yourself you're most afraid getting out?:
I have a quite reasonable fear of storms and large bodies of water, but people would still make fun of me for not being able to swim or crying when lightning strikes.
My dad trained me in Ninjutsu from when he was stationed in okinawa for 10 years, last thing I need is everyone knowing the half japanese guy who is already a publicly known witch also knows ninja stuff. Naruto jokes for days.

Codename assigned:
Phantom

Power gained:
431625 - Teleportation, phasing through solid objects
After the initial injections, he developed a unique defense system to involuntary central nervous system disruptions. Simply put, he phases to avoid electrical shocks. As such, his costume comes with two small electrical current generators in his hands to give himself a low voltage shock. At initial exposure, he and everything attached to him becomes insubstantial for one second, if the electrical threat is still present after the first second he involuntary teleports up to ten feet from his location and remain insubstantial for another second before reforming. This prevents him from accidentally teleporting into a solid object without extrasensory spatial awareness.

While this may seem to back door grant him immunity to electrical attacks, accidental exposure to electricity also prevents him from interacting with other objects at the same time. Such as, he can not phase through an electrical gate protecting a lever as he can not become solid under threat of electrocution.

Costume design plans:
A masked suit made of many layers of kevlar strips for not only adding his his ghostly appearance but for visual blocks grasps grapples and snags.


Assigned back story:
The spirit of the fallen warrior, Rashid, a speedster. He has come back from the beyond as a spirit of justice, not revenge.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Kyra Altham

Location: The Cross Swords Tavern
Interacting With: The Medieval X-Men

@Lady Amalthea

By Lob Star and garters!