Kuro

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Reading the last couple roleplay interactions I gotta say Banjo has zero luck oh my lord.

@earthtogab

Hey, he's the one who decided to try his luck at Blackjack and lost to the dealer.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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_{Location: Trial Campground - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island}

The Homecoming Trials #1.55 The Desperate Need for Get-Along Shirts

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_{Interaction(s): Calliope @PatientBean & Iñigo @Mao Mao}

Previously: Team 21 Ain't Alright

"Just—why are we even fighting to begin with? All we're trying to do is set up tents. and yet people are more heated than I ever could've been writing blog posts about 'why glamping is an abomination and should be stopped'. Can't we just talk things out without going for the throat?"

Despite that things had begun to cool down, Haleigh was still nevertheless astounded at everything that had occurred over the past few minutes. Tensions should have never flared like they had. Banjo, in his own little ways, had been just trying to help, but then Iñigo lost it and from there all hell broke loose. Sure, maybe Banjo was being somewhat obnoxious, but that still not a reason for everything to just blow up like it had. In fact, there wasn't any reason for how it had blown up. Rationality, which was already difficult to come by given the fact they all had "superpowers", had just gone flying out of the window by that point.

At least no one had decided to use their powers; the only good thing in all the shit that had just been spewed. Haleigh couldn't bare seeing another person hurt, especially by something that could've been classified as a "weapon of mass destruction" anywhere else. The thought of such happening brought her back to that day she unintentionally brought down a hospital, and further back to the day she buried herself alive. It was only a matter of time before something like that was going to happen again, Haleigh worried, and these two fools could've likely done it with their own powers right then and now.

Not wanting to be reminded any further of the past, Haleigh closed her eyes, and took a deep sigh before she decided to answer Iñigo. "It's fine. Let's all just get along, okay? We're supposed to be teammates, not arch-enemies. Teamwork makes the dream work, or whatever the saying is."

Looking off into the distance, Haleigh wondered how Calliope was handling Banjo. She had run off after him, as well a few others in Blackjack. A couple of the guys, along with the woman who appeared more like a ghost than human. Evidently, the pale woman seemed just as interested as Iñigo had been to get Banjo riled up, laying into him about his manhood and comparing the Australian to that of a neutered dog.

"Here we go again."

Her face showed signs of both exhaustion and disappointment. These people were doomed, seemingly only able to understand how to lash out with callous, schoolyard behavior. At least Banjo had made the choice to back off, apparently more interested in another of their team. Maybe those two would be able to get along, Haleigh hoped. They desperately needed some friendly chit-chat that wasn't trying to one-up the other person.

Never mind. She just vomited at the sight of Banjo. So much for wishing someone might get along with another for once.

"I give up. Let them figure out their issues by themselves." Haleigh said, looking back to her tent partner. She may have just talked a big game about working together, but unless some crazy miracle happened, like everyone realizing "hey, maybe we could, I don't know, be nice to each other", there was no way Team 21 was going to keep itself in one piece.

"Iñigo, I'm going to take shelter in our tent for awhile. I suggest you plan on doing the same sooner or later with the storm that's coming. It's certainly not going to be a sprinkle."

Haleigh pointed upwards to draw his attention towards the black, dark clouds above. It was going to rain soon, she knew based off the petrichor, though Haleigh doubted any of her teammates even knew what that meant.

"Between you and me, though, I would've already made the call to pack up and have us head back home. People are only going to get hurt staying out in this weather."

_{"But what do I know, it's not like I've been doing this kind of thing my entire life."} She continued, her words half-grumbled out of annoyance.

Even with their powers in play, Haleigh held reservations about sticking around. No one wins against Mother Nature. It was foolish to think you were invincible from her reckoning. If anything, Haleigh knew that better than anyone here, having been buried alive in a landslide. Her hyperhuman ability may have been the catalyst, but it was still Mother Nature that had done most of the work.

Turning her wheelchair around, Haleigh began to roll herself towards their now-inflated tent only to be cut off by the sudden return of Jim to their motley campground. He made sure to grab everyone's attention as he talked about a "team swap" between the rest of the H.E.A.T.-based teams. Something about being able to switch to another team if they thought didn't mesh with their current team, which... well, fit Team 21 to a T.

For a moment, Haleigh considered the idea. She looked back at the rest of Blackjack, wondering what they were thinking as well. Some of them had to be thinking of swapping, given recent events. But the more Haleigh thought about it herself, she realized changing teams would just be replacing idiots with idiots. And, besides, not all of Blackjack was awful as she was making it out as. Some of them—Cassander, for instance, and Haleigh supposed Katja and Calliope as well—seemed cool. They might've only spoken a few times, but they were about the closest connection she had with anyone here. Leaving would've meant she'd been alone again. Back at the start with strangers.

And in all honesty, Haleigh didn't want to be alone again, even if she thought they were all being stupid right now.

From there, Jim moved on to another announcement, telling his team to enjoy their meal around the fire. They probably had enough time for dinner before the rain, Haleigh thought. But did he say they were supposed to stay put, here, in the middle of potential dangerous storm? Part of Haleigh was eager to have some choice words with whoever decided that decision. Jim apparently had some sort of power that could keep them safe, but Haleigh was hesitant to trust him. She wanted to, but she couldn't find the strength to do so. Whenever powers were around, everything seemed to take a turn for the worse.

Knowing her luck, a lightning bolt might just break past this "supposed" shield and fry her to a crisp. Maybe that was the one good thing out of all this, Haleigh macabrely considered. It'd been something she flirted with in the past. At least then she'd be the 10% in a 90% survival rate. There would be no need to worry about people getting hurt by her actions then, a concern being pushed to the forefront now that the conversation had shifted to their own powers, seemingly in an attempt to keep the team together as the dinner bell rung in time for suppper.

Haleigh shook her head, trying to cast away such thoughts.

No. Offing yourself was stupid, dummy. What was she even thinking? Staying alive was the whole point of coming here. If she wanted to die, then she should've let the people of Vancouver finish the job.

Get yourself together, Crawford. Dad didn't raise a quitter.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

me trying to figure out where all responses directed towards haleigh lead to:

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

@Hound55

Suggestion: Navigation Interface/Search Bar

@Lovely Bones

roleplayerguild.com/search

roleplayerguild.com/roleplays

Our actual search feature sucks (it gives old results rather than newer ones), so I recommend using the second link instead.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

@Hound55

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

_{Location: Holly's Bedroom, Holloway Residence}

Timeframe Afternoon

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_{Interaction(s): Lee @TGM}

Previously: Click Here

“Plenty of stuff to check out in town. Could take the old trail in the woods and see what’s up. Could board up windows. Check on neighbors we haven’t heard from in awhile. See if they’ve turned into creeps. Gazebo meeting's dumb.”

Holly hesitantly considered the idea. On one hand, she had already promised to show up to the meeting. Not showing up would likely cause confusion and worry given recent events. But, on the other hand, there was Lee—her best friend; the person she trusted more than anyone else. Holly wasn't keen on running off into potential danger in the name of exploration, but she was always there to have Lee's back, much like Lee had hers. If Lee was brazen enough to go out there willingly, Holly felt it was her duty to tag along, even if it was just to keep her out of trouble like many times prior.

Of course, in this case "trouble" would mean keeping the two of them alive. This wasn't some schoolyard scrap she'd have to bail Lee out of, this was a matter of life and death. It meant having to potentially kill what was once someone they might've known—an action Holly wasn't sure she could do.

"I don't know, Lee. I'm not so certain myself." She began, uncertainty in her tone, "But you know me. If you want to go, then I'm going too. After all, someone has to keep you out of trouble."

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

_{Location: Holly's Bedroom, Holloway Residence}

Timeframe Afternoon

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_{Interaction(s): Lee @TGM}

Previously: Click Here

"I still don't know how your mom listens to this stuff."

Holly sat backwards in her desk chair, resting her arms on the back of the seat. Jessie by Paw had been playing in the background through muted speakers, turned down to not draw any potential attention from lurking creeps. The brick walls of the house would've probably blocked the sound, but it was better to be safe than sorry, Holly felt.

Ever since Holly had found an antique cassette player at a yard sale, listening to music had become a common "hangout hobby" for the two girls. Raiding Mrs. Graves' music stash was their ritual, playing whatever weird tapes Lee pulled from old storage totes that probably hadn't seen the light of day in years. There were probably better ways to spend their time, but Huddeen never had much going for it even prior to the apocalypse. If you didn't want to hang at the Greenhouse—which, with Lee not being much of a socialite, didn't happen often—you had to figure out your own ways to have fun and games.

As the tape switched to the next song, Holly looked at her phone. It was almost time for their gathering, or meeting as Jason had put it. While Holly thought it was a great idea for them to put their heads together, after all, the apocalypse wasn't going anywhere soon, she still had her reservations. Leaving out the older folk wasn't going to help their situation, and despite being childhood friends, Holly often believed Jason wasn't quite the "sharpest tool in the shed". She felt awful for thinking so, but Holly didn't see Jason as one to take charge; prior antics leaving her unsure of his ability to lead and organize.

Regardless, his message to the "Survival Squad" was at least a start to potentially something greater. Something that might just keep them alive until rescue came—if it was coming at all.

"It's about time for Jason's meeting across the street." Holly announced, standing up from the chair. "I'm going to check on Morgan, see if she's still napping, before I head over there. You coming?"

OBLIVION

Anni Simcox

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████████ PERSONAL DETAILS ████████ █ AGE 23 █ GENDER Female █ SEXUALITY Panromantic Aseuxal █ OCCUPATION Intern █ QUALIFICATIONS N/A █ RESIDENCE Delton, Maine ████████ PHYSICAL DETAILS ████████ █ SCARS N/A █ TATTOOS N/A █ PIERCINGS Earrings █ MARKINGS N/A █ HEIGHT 5'5'' █ BUILD Ectomorph ██████████ MISC NOTES ██████████ [+] 1) Anni is working on self-publishing a novel, having found writing as a coping method. Some of the characters are similar to her old high school "buddies" that were inserted in out of pure spite. 2) She has a pet rat named Edward, who Anni throws birthday parties for every year. It certainly deserves them for outliving a rat's age expectancy. 3) Anni is primarily Finno-English. Her father's side were colonists from Cornwall, while her mother's side is from the tiny portion of Finns that had chosen to reside in lower Maine centuries ago. It is from her Finnish side that she draws her name, being named after one of her past relatives. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

---- Anni was popular for all the wrong reasons, her high school career being a miserable four years. Although Anni was an average and decent student during her tenor at Ritman High, she was seen primarily as a social outcast by her peers. She desperately felt the need to fit in with others, and was particularly focused on being seen as one of the "cool" or "popular" kids. Unfortunately for Anni, these dreams never worked out in her favor and were often ripped away right before her very eyes. Her attempt at joining Ritman's cheerleading squad flopped. She crashed too many parties she was never invited to. Even her very name had been twisted by her fellow classmates into a less-flattering nickname that would make your grandmother faint. No one wanted anything to do with Anni. She was ostracized by her peers; turned into a punching bag for the student body despite all of her attempts to crawl out of the hole she was in. It's probably why she found solace in being the school's mascot—the only good thing Anni swears had happened in her time at Ritman High. Tears are easier when no one can see them. ---- After graduation, things never changed for the better for Anni. Although she was now free from the hell that was Ritman High, her future school career came to an abrupt end afterwards as well. After being rejected from several colleges of her choice, Anni gave up on future schooling and focused her time on the work force. That said, work life wasn't much better. Seemingly trapped in her own personal hell Delton, Anni worked an odd number of jobs from service to retail. These jobs weren't kind to Anni, in pay but also elsewhere, too. Each passing day Anni felt the soul-crushing effects of life even more than before, becoming moody, distant, and ultimately perhaps one more dumb question from ending it all. Nothing was changing for the better, so why should keep fighting against it? Then the email came. A cruel joke, certainly. "Wearing a smile"? Bah. She thought about ignoring it, refusing to go. But then Anni had an idea. If she went, then she could at least make everyone feel miserable; to lash back out at them. Yeah, that was it. The reunion was going to be a damn good time for Anni, but everyone else was going to have the worst night of their lives—she just needed to figure out how she would fuck shit up. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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---- Anni's power is the concept of mimicry. One might say it is similar to shapeshifting, and in fact it is in the same vein, but ultimately there are a few outliers that differentiate the two concepts. Unlike shapeshifting, mimicry only applies to other humans and not animals, plants or other living things. In other words, Anni might be able to transform into the president or some other individual, but she won't be able to replace Mrs. Carlisle's class hamster you accidentally murdered in third grade over spring break. You know who you are, Jason. Although Anni retains her memory when using her powers, she loses everything else, like her body, which adjusts to the parameters of her target's. Weight, height, even things such as amputated limbs or bad knees copies over, so she essentially feels the brunt of everything despite technically being still healthy and young. In other words, it can quickly become tiring for Anni as she has to adjust to the physical changes of whoever she has chosen to mimic at the time. ---- Personally, I want to write Anni coming to terms with her past. Yeah, she's had a shitty life so far, but I want her to realize that it isn't all bad and stop being an moody asshole over it. Of course, this all comes down to other player involvement, given that her sheet entirely relies on the input of others. Essentially, I'm hoping to potentially use this as interaction bait and a way to further develop not just my character but other player characters as well, provided they're willing. As for her power, I imagine that Anni will have issue with it. Technically being in another body is a freaky experience, obviously. It's like waking up with someone else's face as yours, probably with a craving of tacos or something to boot. She'll need quite some time to get used to her powers, especially the draining effects of having her body essentially warped into someone else each time she uses it. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- █████ STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES █████ + the subject's speed, strength, etc. is copied with each change, which can potentially give Anni an edge in combat or other such things − only affects humans; she can't mimic animals, plants or any other living things + it is close to impossible to tell apart her copy from the subject's appearance, even to the trained eye − the subject's personality or memory isn't copied over upon being mimicked, so it is more difficult to use the power as a disguise or for infiltration ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔