Krayzikk

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux @Plank Sinatra @Kaithas @Awesomoman64

Picking teams was pretty quick, all things considered. The teacher threw a coin to decide who'd pick first, and as luck would have it, he won. He got his top picks pretty easily. Not that Trad was making poor choices, either. This was gonna be fun. After a few moments he had Luke, Jericho, Skye, Amy, Ferris, Violet, Blaine gathered around him. It was good to have Luke backing him up, and he was definitely looking forward to seeing how Jer did. Amy was on his team, and Skye might have been really tired but it was great that she was going to get to stick with people she knew. Luke was her teammate, they could get acquainted.

Musing aside, though, it was time for a little friendly banter.

"Hey, Trad, shirts versus skins? Betcha I've got better muscles." He called out with a joking grin, before gesturing for his team to gather around. "Alright, guys, form up we've gotta plan a little.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Acheri Solomon

Interacting with: @Amaranth @Silvan Haven @Plank Sinatra

"Yeah, kid. We'll see what the others think."

Acheri barely had time to acknowledge what Justin said before he hung up, but she wasn't offended. If they were on a mission he only had time to relay the basics. She pocketed the phone again, focusing instead on leading Nee to the entrance and keeping an eye on her at the same time. The security system was pretty well hidden, the keypad tucked away inside what looked like a long disused electrical box. She kept her body between Nee and a view of the pad, though, there wasn't any sense in letting her see what the system looked like or what the password was. Not yet.

She didn't get to pick the passwords, but she couldn't help but roll her eyes a little as she punched in "dolphin157" and stepped over to the door. It swung open without too much difficulty now that the lock was disengaged, and she gestured for Nee to step in quickly so she could close the door behind them both.

As always, she checked the wards once she was inside. It had been a pretty long process to set them up. With the exception of her apartment they were the most resilient defenses she had ever set up, designed to reinforce the walls and entrances of their base. None of the others could see them, but to her they showed up as faintly shimmering planes across the exterior walls. The reservoirs inside them were massive. It had taken weeks to set them all up, and she still topped off the energy in them when she could. The security system was excellent, but if someone physically came after them... Acheri wanted some protection.

She didn't say anything to her new recruit just yet, instead taking a quick look at the map, but refocused her attention pretty quickly.

"Please stick with me, don't go exploring 'til we can talk to everyone else." She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and dropped her coat, revealing the more combat-oriented garb beneath. Durable boots, dark jeans held up by a utility belt that held her tools, and a long sleeve black shirt. She was planning to add a kevlar vest, but she still needed to talk to Justin about getting one. Her leather gloves she set aside on the table, since she didn't need to worry about leaving fingerprints here. "The others should be back before too long, but Guardian said they were working. Until they are we should just wait here. I can answer some questions, though, if you'd like."

She sank into a chair and sent out a quick response to her assistant, with the faintest of eye rolls.

>Appreciate it. I'll slip you the cash at work.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Realized I never actually listed Acheri's intended alias, so I made use of it here.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Acheri Solomon

Interacting with: @Amaranth @Silvan Haven @Plank Sinatra

Hrm.

It wasn't very specific, but it did line up. The description, and the incident she described. It wasn't a hard test; it wouldn't have been hard to get a description, even a more detailed one, off anyone who witnessed one of their interventions. There were still plenty of ways she could have been lying. Exhausting them all would take more time than she had and there still wouldn't be any certainty. Only a greater chance of it. But this was part of her job. Deciding who to prosecute, who was earnest and honest and who was lying through their teeth. Little psychology, lot of reasoning, and a lot of gut instinct.

Acheri was a big believer in gut instinct. It wasn't a whim, it wasn't some unexplainable premonition. It was you telling yourself that there was something you could see, even if you didn't know it yet. Tells that you could perceive, even if you didn't realize. Your instinct was something to trust.

And hers said the kid was on the level.

Ohhh, it was gonna be a long night.

"Alright, Nee, I need you to trust me." There wasn't really a way to hide where the base was. If she was some sort of operative, she had already found their base. Like, she was a hundred yards from it. If a criminal faction had gotten that close all they didn't yet know were the defenses, and those she could keep the kid from seeing. "... And follow me."

A little voice in the back of her head reminded her that the kid had seen her face, knew her name, and where she worked. If this turned out to be a trap she was already fucked. But that was part of having faith, she supposed. So she started walking towards the clothes factory and fished two phones out of her pocket. The first, her smartphone, she used to tap out a quick text to her assistant.

>Early morning insomnia. Going to need coffee and aspirin at work tomorrow, if we don't already have them at the office. Please and thank you.

He'd have them ready for her, she knew. He was good like that, even if the guy could be a pain sometimes. She pocketed that phone again, and flipped open the other one; it was a cheap, disposable phone. A burner, like criminals used. Not a notion she loved... Still, she pressed the first number on her speed dial list.

"Guardian. Warden. On my way in, with a potential recruit in tow. Might want to make sure anyone that's not in a mask gets one on quick."

Against the Fangs of God (Mecha / Necromancy Interest Check)

Not entirely certain, but I'm a sucker for mecha and this seems just weird enough to be interesting. I'll see if I can think up a character sheet.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Acheri Solomon

Interacting with: @Amaranth

That was unexpected.

It did explain a few things, firstly. Why her sleeves were singed, why the muggers in the back alley were scorched. Hard to pin down exactly what, but the girl probably had some heat-based powers. Fire, maybe. Or light. And the irony wasn't lost on her that they were having this conversation a few hundred yards from their headquarters. But now she had to decide how to handle it. If she came out looking once, she'd come looking again. And probably find trouble. Maybe she'd be fine, maybe she wouldn't, but either way she would open herself up to plenty of danger. If she were willing to tell anyone else what she was looking for, someone a whole lot less sympathetic might take exception to it. Or, worse, try to manipulate her.

She couldn't in good conscience turn her away. But telling her the truth was a risk all its own.

"I see." Acheri kept up her smile, but she couldn't quite decide... If the kid wanted to help, that was up to her. But there were plenty of people who might like to know where the Saints made their base. It could be a trap for them, hoping one of the more sympathetic Saints would try to help. Just like she was doing. "... Could you tell me a little about the Saiint you met?"

She already knew their base was in Red Harbor. If her description matched up with someone she knew, she could blindfold her and take her to the base. Prevent her from knowing anything more until they decided they could trust her. She seemed like a good kid, and Acheri wasn't about to turn away someone looking to do some good.

"I know where to find them. But I can't take you there unless I think you're on the level, okay?"

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Krayzikk@Onarax@Plank Sinatra@Lmpkio

I should have mentioned this a week ago, I really am sorry for not saying anything sooner. Things in my life have kept me too busy, that I can't find time to sit down and focus on the RP. I hope that once I'm free, I should have some time to continuing posting. For an estimate of when I'll be back, it should be sometime in the middle of December.

Again, sorry for my lack of activity on the RP.

@Expolar

No worries man, real life comes first. We'll all still be here.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux @Plank Sinatra @Kaithas

Intense. Intensely grouchy.

That was the first, immediate impression he got from the Atlesian super-man, double-oh-eight from the north himself, the ‘Young Devil’ of Atlas Academy himself, if the rumor mill was to be believed. He looked about as prickly as a porcupine, and judging by the chest holsters his quills’d be a lot harder to get out. Atlesian weapons, for sure. Between that and the Gold Stripes jacket… Atlesians were pretty stuffy, but they knew their guns. Ben was pretty sure he’d give a whole lot to get to tinker with one of those for an hour or two. He’d heard all about the Gold Stripes from his grandfather. The elite of Atlas’ students. Cream of the crop.

Not something he’d ever get to aspire to. Vale didn’t have anything like it. But God, he wanted to find out how he measured up.

Gramps’d be proud as hell if he could beat a Gold Stripe, and all his old vet buddies’d know it. From both sides. There’d be something worth bragging about.

”Piper, right?” He asked, grinning in the Atlesian’s direction. ”Schwarz told me a little about you. Ben Lloyd. Good to meet you.”

He might’ve said more, but their professor arrived.

Or, rather, their new professor.

”Never seen him in my life, Luke. And I’m not going anywhere near that bet Desire. Lauren’s doing her best to clean me out already.” The Redwood boy leaned Joyous Guard against the bleachers and draped his blazer over it, rolling his shoulders to work some of the fatigue from Grimm Studies out of ‘em.

”All I really wanna know is who’s gonna be shirts and who’s gonna be skins.” A wide grin, flashed in the group’s direction. ”What do you think, Luke?”

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Acheri Solomon

Interacting with: @Amaranth

Acheri cocked her head a little, but nodded after a moment. There was certainly a story there, even if the girl hadn't shared it yet. But the more immediate problem was how ill-prepared she seemed for the cold. So she patted her pockets down, checking her pockets; she knew a pair of gloves where in one pocket, she used them to avoid leaving fingerprints at night, but somewhere she was pretty sure... Rewarded for her efforts she produced a pair of gloves from one of her coat pockets, and a hat from another. It was always best to keep spares on hand. Never knew when you might need them, especially considering the wear and tear her gear usually saw at night.

"I think we all get that sometimes. Here." The ASA held out the winter gear, smiling again. "Just bring them by the State's Attorney's office, if you're ever in the area. I'm Acheri."

She slipped her other hand back into her pocket, casting a brief glance towards the warehouse. She was running later than she wanted. But she cast the thought out of her mind and returned her gaze to the younger girl.

"What were you looking for? I'm out here pretty often, maybe I can point you in the right direction."

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@Krayzikk Okay, I get that. Perhaps that was over correcting. Maybe make the mentions of her grandfather seem more connected/organic? (Then again maybe it was. It was interesting information, but it didn't seem to connect to the time it was mentioned.) Or at least let me know what he was mentioned for? Because if it was because of her last name being the color instead of her first, that's fine either way.
So, to be frank, it was more delivery than content. Sorry if that seemed overbearing at the time. Maybe just point out the Surtr bits? (Though to be honest, Mantle is more of a Muspelheim.)

@tobiax

I'll see about a rewrite, once I do some unpacking today. Chat with my cohorts and see if they're still up for it as well.