LemonZest1337

Hellpact

Ross was more than happy to see the night events finally end. He appreciated the fake ID, it might be nice to finally be able to move around somewhere without getting chased by the feds. Ross finished his final drink before getting up and promptly leaving. He was more than eager to sleep, jet lag finally kicking in. He'd head off for the hotel Lady Eve said was down the road, he didn't want to hang around with any of theses people, not yet at least. After gathering his things he'd head out of the house without a word, slinging his bag over one shoulder and heading down the road to the hotel.

Well this is going to be interesting isn't it? Who would've thought that you'd end up here? Helping some warlock Yank clean up their city. Gotta love magic... Ross would enter the hotel and drag himself to his room, crashing onto his bed. He didn't unpack or anything, his primary concern was sleep.

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Ross would wake up the next morning with a head splitting headache. Groaning as he rolled out of bed, her trudge his way into the hotel dining area and got himself a continental breakfast. His head pounded as he sipped his coffee, he sighed knowing that he'd have to go back to that mansion soon. He'd just have to suck it up and get on with it, that's what his mother used to say.

He did what little thinking he could as he ate some bread with jam on it. He seemed to keep focusing on what kind of troubles they'd have to face. If this lady needed this many people for her cause, then the threats would have to be substantial wouldn't they? He hoped he'd still be useful. He knew that back in Edinburgh he was a pretty big deal, but he'd not come into contact with a warlock, and had no idea what kind of capabilities they had. So for all he knew, he was now the small fry on the block, being vastly out o his depth. He then reminded himself of what Lady Eve had said about them being the only ones who'd made it to her mansion, and how many others were contacted. And so far nothing super crazy had been shown off by the Warlocks, not that he knew who they were, but he assumed it was everyone else, Even the Kid. He managed to convince himself that it must've just been that he was so skilled with just his magic, that he was comparable to warlocks. Yeah that was it.

RWBY - New Beacon (Alternate)

Don't worry about. Real life comes first. I hope things turn out alright for you.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Silvia fidgeted in her seat, she was a little worried about how this whole event was going to go down. So many people coming, so many people going to see her, so many people going to ask questions. She was freaking out. She tapped her fingers on her leg, but this tapping was rather loud given her metallic skin, so she quickly stopped. She started looking around, trying to distract herself with something until the event started. She looked over at the cape sat close to her, she smiled awkwardly at them before quickly looking back into her lap. She didn't actually know who they were, all she knew is they were heroes. Little did she know she was next to the most popular cape in Denver.

The wait felt like an eternity, her worries nagging at her, making her want to leave. But her fears were only full realized when people quickly stared swarming in, so many people, so many eyes. How many of these eyes would be on her? No. How many of these eyes were on her? And it appeared not as many as she thought, she was getting some people looking at her, but most eyes seemed to be on the man next to her. He must be pretty amazing then. This helped her stress levels drop considerably, but her feet still fidgeted under her table.

She was caught off guard when she saw a few people walking towards her, she forced herself to calm down a bit, putting on a smile for the civilians. She looked down at the first, the first in the small line was actually a little kid, his parents followed behind him although they didn't share the kids boundless enthusiasm. The child was bouncing around almost, almost unable to contain his excitement, he couldn't have been over 7 years old.

"Hello! Can I take a picture with you!?"

Sylph didn't know what to say, the kid was so excited to see her. She was mostly surprised honestly, but also a little happy. Her smile shifted from nervous to genuine as she got out of her chair.

"Of coarse you can. As long as your parents are alright with it."

Silvia looked over to the kids parents, looking for their confirmation. They both nodded, the mother chuckling a little as the dad produced a camera. With that Sylph knelt down next to the kid, smiling brightly for the photo. The kid poked out his for the photo while Sylph just smiled and spread her wings out a little. The camera flashed and the kid ran back to his parents to get a look at how it came out.

"Thank you Sylph! You're so cool!"

Sylphy got back into her seat smiling at the boy as he was guided of by his parents.

"You're very welcome."

Sylph was feeling oddly calm, who knew taking a photo with someone could be such a confidence boost?

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Sylph had managed to get through the entire event without crumbling into an emotional mess. That was a plus. She looked over at the really popular man, she'd found out he was Furnace. She'd heard a little bit about him but not that much. But he was indeed a big deal it seemed, but Sylph's gave drifted over to wards. So that was the entire team, maybe she could meet them. Yeah. She'd go over and talk to the, she wasn't that much older than them but her stature might make that a little hard to deduce. She slowly got up, her wings folding up neatly behind her. She'd approach the wards like a cautious puppy, twiddling her thumbs, and head hanging low.

"H-hello."

Sylph said with a little wave, she instantly regretted her decision to try talk with the wards, she should have just stayed on her seat. She almost let out a whimper as she took a step back, she'd only talked with Epsilon, all the others were strangers. Instinctively her gaze drifted over to the Epsilon, her eye were practically asking for help. She wanted to walk away, but that would be so awkward it might kill her. Sylph had gotten herself stuck.

Anything Goes (Remake)

"I'm Chris."

Chris seemed to be a decent individual. At least for someone of the undercity, most of the people down here would either rob you, or be too starving to do all that much. This man was one of the few outliers. Their hands connected and she felt a large pain in her hand, she didn't react aside form a slight eye twitch. But unfortunately her fear was realized, when Chris's hand got some of her blood from the gash on her hand.

"Stop me if I'm wrong."

Maggy didn't like where this was going, the jig was probably up. But she didn't want to just attack this man, if he had any kind of weapon or ability, her wounds put her at a huge disadvantage. Even if he couldn't see them, he could hit one on accident and cause her to bleed, and she was running low on blood as it was.

"You're a non-human, and you're using illusion magic to hide what you really look like. This illusion magic is the same reason I can't see how badly beat up you are, and you aren't going to see a private doctor, nor a hospital because you fear the backlash of them discovering what you are."

Maggy tried playing it cool, avoiding showing signs of aggression. She was indeed considering doing something violent, but for now she was going to listen to him, see what his intent was. She slowly removed her mask, showing off her violet eye, she then tossed the mask off to the side and it dissipated mid air, crumbling into bright specs of dust. She didn't need to cover her face at this point, this man knew things.

"You aren't a known race, that much is obvious. Only three humanoid species exist with purple blood, and none of them are capable of using magic as advanced as full-body Illusion. So you've either been in hiding, or you're a new race, and either way you can't risk them taking your blood and figuring this out, right?"

Maggy didn't drop her disguise, just because he knew there was a disguise didn't mean he knew what was underneath. He knew she was an unknown, and she planned to stay that way. She wasn't sure how to deal with the situation. "You're almost spot on. Everything except the doctor, I do indeed have one. But I don't think you'll meet them." With that, Maggy grabbed Chris by the neck and pushed him against a wall. "I don't know who you are, but you will leave me alone now. My life is hard enough as it is without people like you snooping around. So if you know what's good for you, you won't follow me. You will also forget we ever met."

Maggy would then release Chris and back off. Limp making itself more clear as she slipped, having to catch herself. She growled and stood back up. She didn't feel her threat would be taken very seriously given her obvious state of weakness, but she still knew she'd be able to strangle the life out of an average person.

Hellpact

Ross watched the big reveal unfold. So the Tough looking dude was actually Lady Eve's kid? Fuck that shit, at least he didn't have to worry about the kid saying anything about his parents, wait shit he was thinking about them right now, fuck quick hide it! Ross looked at the brain on the table as everything got resolved. Ross was indeed still interested, he wasn't sure if he'd have a good drinking buddy out of any of these people though. What did that matter? He'd been his own drinking buddy plenty of times.

Ross finished off his drink as the Aussie kid spoke up. She seemed a right little shit now, at least in Ross' eyes. She seemed extremely overconfident, but what were you to expect from a 12 year old. Ross wasn't sure if she was twelve or not, but he thought that'd be a good guess.

Then the chick, uhhh shit he'd already forgotten her name hadn't he? Wait no it was Denver! No that was wrong, Denvy? Shit... Devyn! That was it, her. She was. well she seemed alright, she was done with the games, that was something Ross could respect.

Ross put down his glass, finally done with his forth glass. He then nodded over in Devyn's direction. "Like the lady said. Enough games. As for my interest. I stand by what I said earlier. I'm in." Any kind of caution was out of his head now, multiple factors lead him to being suddenly more confident, the largest one being alcohol. as he finished he'd shoot a glared at Carnation just to make sure she knew he didn't like her, being fair he didn't like any of them yet, but being more fair, he didn't like anyone.

Anything Goes (Remake)

Maggy would be limping along the road when she would hear someone behind her, their footsteps getting closer. Maggy stopped when she heard the mans question, she quickly turned around. "No that won't be needed! I uh... I mean... No thank you. I have a private doctor I am going to see now actually. I'll be fine. I do thank you for your concern though." This boy seemed nice, and rather handsome. She was still a smidgen taller than him, something she was fairly unused to. At least from humans.

"My name is Maggy by the way. Nice to meet you." Maggy would hold out her hand waiting for a handshake. Maggy coughed a few times forcing her to retract the extended hand to cover her mouth. Coughing toxic phlegm onto someone was something she preferred to avoid. "Sorry about that." Shit this complicated things. she'd chosen that hand for the handshake because there wasn't a giant gash on it under the disguise. But she couldn't risk looking suspicious, so she'd have to hope the wound wouldn't bleed onto this mans hand. That'd make things even more complicated.

Maggy held out the wounded hand, her disguise making it look perfectly normal. "Let's try that again shall we?" Maggy said with a fake chuckle, as she wiped whatever gunk that was on her other hand off on her dress.

Anything Goes (Remake)

Maggy would get back to the train station looking perfectly fine, aside from a little limp. She was using her disguise to mask her plethora of wounds, she was hurt bad but her cuts did not bleed. She was lucky for that, or her disguise would be all but useless. She seemed calm for the most part, like some kind of anger or frustration had left her, two days of killing things would be sure to settle someone down a little bit. Or make them a psychotic maniac. It wasn't clear which Maggy was at this point.

She didn't breath a word to the other passengers, only noticing there was a new one, they seemed to be in place of that kid. Perhaps he used a disguise like Maggy, or the other kid died and this was some demon getting a ride out of hell. Maggy was ready for the train this time, standing firmly as it sped up, the abrupt stop made her hiss in pain as the leg with the limp was slammed onto the floor. Her eye flared red for but a moment before she calmed back down. The train had left them in some alley that was fine, she'd leave these people and get some medical attention.

Maggy slowly limped her way into the undercity, she didn't want any of the hospitals taking her blood or anything. She had no idea what she was and wanted to make sure she wasn't some kind of monster destined to kill the gods and enslave the planet. Or else life would be incredibly hard for her, however short it would be.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Caroline convened with the rest of her squad with the rest of her squad, the sound of gunfire and combat present in the distance. She looked down at Victorine as she dealt out the orders. "Understood." Caroline already liked this Celestian, putting her on point in their first skirmish, simply delightful. Adalard readied her heavy bolter as she stepped ahead of everyone else, ready to march forward and purge the ship of the invaders. She kept her eyes peeled for any sign of enemy movement as Victorine laid out the rest of the orders. Her trigger finger itched as the rest of the squad formed behind her.

Caroline was interested to see how her new squad would fare in combat, and what there feeling on the heretical scum was. She hoped she could depend on them but her expectations for everyone bar Victorine were very low. She had no expectations for Victorine, you don't become a Celestian without showing prowess in combat, strategy and faith.

Then Victorine gave the order to move out, the squad heading towards their crusader comrade and the filthy pirates who would attempt to attack the ship. The march would start, the sound of metal boots being louder then the distant gunfire. Caroline kept scanning every inch of the ship, being weary of any attempts at n ambush. As the sounds of battle got closer so to did Caroline's lust for battle, but orders always came first, she did not fight for herself, she fought for the Emperor.

They were upon the conflict now. Caroline quickly aimed her heavy bolter at an approaching kroot and tore it to shreds, then Victorine yelled a might warcry. The battle had begun.

Caroline firmly planted herself, posture almost unflinching, Emperor guide my aim.. She wielded her heavy bolter with great proficiency and unmatched ferocity, "Die filth!" She would cry as she opened up on some of the pirates, her rage made her a force of destruction on the field, but it also left her very open. This wasn't going to cut it against some of the more skilled mercenaries they faced, she took a hit to the shoulder. It wasn't a nasty hit but it forced her to relent and re position herself. She gritted her teeth from behind some cover.

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Catherine looked at the narrow door with an amount of worry, she didn't feel she'd be able to get in."I-I'm not actually sure I can fit in this door." Her voice made it clear this fact distressed her, Roman was nice enough to invite everyone over to his house and she couldn't even get into the building and appreciate it. She reached on either side of the door and briefly tried squeezing in, but her efforts proved fruitless and she simply pulled out her stool and sat in the doorway. Faaaaaataaaaaaass. Catherine's expression didn't falter at Aranea's insult. She smiled form her position in the doorway."A-actually never m-mind. I can sit h-here." Catherine sounded a bit upset, but most of that was disguised under her shy stutter and her smile. This wasn't her first time hiding the fact she's not been able to fit in a door.

She listened to Roman's question, it was a good one. She had no real answer for him, she wasn't sure how to catch normal people so she had no clue how to catch someone who wasn't wanting to be found. She felt kinda useless, and just quieted down listening to any ideas the others would have. Catherine wasn't an expert on anything that involved other people.

Anything Goes (Remake)

Maggy got ready to attack the spirit, wielding a purple ball of energy in her hand. But it seemed this spirit thing was harmless, Maggy watched as it floated off, she didn't let her guard down the entire time she watched it, ready to strike if needed. Fortunately it left as fast as it came, drifting off into one of the buildings. Must be a spirit of the dead or something like that, this was hell after all. She clicked her tongue and moved on, she couldn't waste time just standing around, she needed to move, find somewhere she could hold out.

Maggy walked deeper into the city, running into many spirits along the way, she didn't touch them, not sure if they'd try suck he soul out of her body and take it for themselves. But they seemed to avoid her for the most part, she had no idea why, just like she no idea why her stomach still felt so off. But it didn't take that long before she ran into something a little more nasty looking than the spirits. It was unquestionably a demon, it had the lower half of a horse, but in place of the head it had a gruesome looking maw, a mix between a crocodile and a bulldog was the best way Maggy could process it. The creature wasted no time rushing her instantly, mouth hanging open, drooling on the floor as it's hooves thundered towards Maggy.

Maggy hurled a energy ball at the beast but it was unfazed, obviously much tougher than most worldly beast of a comparable size, Maggy switched tactics and rushed the beast head on. The beast lunged at her only to meet a fist, teeth were sent flying out of it's mouth and the creature reeled in pain. "Not that tough then." Maggy said, her red eye practically burning at the point. The beast wasn't done though and clamping down on her extended arm. Maggy hissed as the demonic fangs scraped away at her scales, some even puncturing her skin. She screamed in rage raising her arm into the air, beast still attached, then slamming it back down behind her. The demons grip failed and let go of Maggy's arm, Maggy wasn't finished though, and she started stomping into the monster mouth, crushing it's brain through the roof of it's mouth.

Maggy looked around, rage and blood lust radiating from her, as she looked for more things to kill. And surely enough that was not the only demonic hound monster, there was many many more. Maggy smiled, her disguise dropping, showing her true colours, and with both eye glowing she charged into combat with the demons.

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She'd been fighting hounds for ages, their numbers slowly declining. She killed them with little effort, but did sustain injuries, her dress had also been almost completely destroyed, only torn scraps remained, revealing most of her body. She was covered in cuts, clearly the onslaught of weaker beast was succeeding at wearing her down, blood loss and fatigue were sure to set in eventually. This is when a booming voice made itself know to Maggy, all the remaining hounds stopped and backed away as something big made it's way towards her. "Trespasser! I've finally caught up to you. My scouts seemed to keep you busy enough. But your time is up."

Maggy turned to see a massive red paw. She cackled as she looked up at the rest of the massive beast. She was being confronted buy a gigantic red dog. "You face Redfang, the hell-hound. What are your final words?" The beasts voice radiated malice the creature was obviously restraining itself, wanting to rip her into tiny pieces. But it also seemed like it was following orders.

Maggy laughed, blood still dripping from many wounds across her body. "Bring it on Clifford!" She yelled leaping at the monster. The beast responded with a lunge catching Maggy in it's mouth. It found that it's prey wasn't the most receptive to being eaten and was holding his mouth open. The hell-hound started running around shaking it's head violently in an attempt to get Maggy's grip to fail, but her wing arms held onto the beasts snout and her legs pushed down on the lower jaw, keeping her firmly locked inside it's mouth.