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Reluctantly retired roleplayer.

Except when I'm not.

Why are you here when you should be writing posts?

You can edit a bad draft, but you cannot edit a blank page.

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@Atrophy I'm a little confused by your sentiment. Are you unhappy with the post's direction? And yes I'll be updating the OP with a new topic after work tonight.
@ShadoWolf Magni applications have to be approved through PM with me before proceeding with.

Also unfortunately I can't delete posts so unless I contact a mod your sheet will be on display in the Character Tab.


N I G H T S T A R



"I'd hope the teams would be reassigned." Mari began. "I honestly feel like they were weighed against us. It's like John wanted us to fuckin' lose." Mari added looking up as Andy sat down. Mari could only shake her head as she looked at his costume. It was obvious he had chosen his seat in order to purposely aggravate S'Tann, something that was never a good idea to do. No sooner than she had the thought than Mari was proven right as S'Tann used what had to be a considerable amount of his strength to launch Andy across the room. He impacted with the opposite wall, dust floating into the air as fractures appeared on both the wall and to Mari's assumption, Andy's ribs as well. Kieran started to stand to interfere but it was obvious he believed that Andy's words would persuade S'Tann to stand down. Mari could only scoff.

"Well if you aren't going to do anything." She snapped, launching herself from her seat in the middle of Andy's appeal to diplomacy. Mari was a lot of things, but a believing in diplomacy was not one of them. She instead preferred aggressive negotiations.

"Hey!" She bellowed, hooking the side of S'Tann's face with a glowing fist before coming to a slide halt in the air between Andy and S'tann. "Why don't you try me on for size you insufferable ass."

Her eyes glowed green along with her fists as Mari stood ready to go toe to toe with the school's third most obnoxious asshole. The only thing that could have made this better was if it was the rest of Mars' teeth she was about to knock out.
Interesting developments here haha. I'll see about getting a post or two up later this week.

CENTRAL BUSINESS DISTRICT
Pointe Bordeaux


The rally at cityhall was kicked off with roars of excitement and thunderous applause as Robert Fairchild and his security detail marched out to the podium atop the stairs of the large colonial style building. The gathered crowd was situated underneath several tents as the rows upon rows of folding chairs on the cobblestone had been shielded from the gloomy weather.

“Good afternoon Pointe Bordeaux.” Robert began, his accent only seeming to increase his presence as the appearance of a weary tired man was seemingly shed the moment he began to speak. It was very clear to those gathered there just how he had managed to hold onto his company’s power all these years. Robert Fairchild was obviously no pushover or slouch but a keen and intelligent man with ambitions that kept his company constantly moving forward.

“You’ve been a wonderful a host, I’ve rather enjoyed staying in your delightful city.” Robert stated as the crowd once again cheered. “For this reason I’d like to invest in the preservation of Pointe Bordeaux and for this reason I’m proud to unveil to you the Hyperhuman Pacificer!” Robert announced as a woman walked up next to him before he pulled the cover off of the object in her outstretched hand. Although small in size, a nearby camera man zoomed in on the concealable pistol shaped weapon. The image being blown up for the audience on nearby projection screens.

“The Hyperhuman Pacificer delivers a stunning blow that targets the nerve center of the Hyperhuman. By doing this, the Pacifier will disable the Hyperhuman’s abilities. This makes them unable to use their powers.” Robert turned to a man who had walked up on his right before unleashing the Pacifer on him and then delivering a sucker punch to his face. “Allowing you to balance the playing field.” Robert stated smugly amidst a collective burst of laughter and cheering.

“Small enough to be concealed under a shirt or in a purse. The Pacifier will go anywhere you are and anywhere you could encounter a Hyperhuman.” Robert continued as he turned back to the crowd. “As a special bonus, anyone here today will not only be leaving with a hundred dollar gift card to Fairchild Electronics but their very own Fairchild Hyperhuman Pacifier!” The crowd cheered again as the a couple rough looking men pushed their way to the front.

“Ain’t a second too late.” Landin yelled. “Tha Freak Train is sitting outside the city now.” A hush fell over the crowd as Landin spat on the ground. “Give us the guns man, we’ve got to protect our home.” Another man stood up yelling in encouragement before he was joined by another and then another. Within moments the entire crowd had burst into a frenzy as they began to chant.

“NO HYPES IN OUR HOME!”

Raising his hands to calm the crowd, Robert motioned to his aids who picked up their bins of hand outs and began to descend the stairs of city hall and enter the crowd. A wicked smile crossed his face as the crowd eagerly snatched at the weapons and ripped them out of their packaging.

“The freaks are out by the Old Foster’s Plantation!” Landin yelled to the group as he raced back towards his jeep. The other rioters likewise running for their own vehicles as car after car left the city hall while Robert turned and walked back towards his security detail.

“Send our benefactor a full report. Stage One was a success.”
Everyone knows when I say 'alright cool' it means I'm not paying attention.

Geez
I will fight for what this roleplay needs! And I will do it with clever semantics, dirty tricks and fabulous GIFs.


I'm waiting.
So, how about that Zeke post?


I owe you nothing!
On 04/01/2016, at 16:12, Tyler Mason wrote:
> Well tbh I'll let you do whatever you feel's best. I'm not too bothered about the specifics, I just want Fairchild Enterprises to be part of the anti-Hype movement.

On 04/01/2016, at 16:12, Tyler Mason wrote:
> It puts Emory in an interesting position.

On 04/01/2016, at 16:12, Wraith wrote:
> Alright cool


Guys never trust Tyler. He'll use your words against you at a later date.

True story.
Nothing has happened at the rally for anyone to react to.


Says the guy who created the NPC who is holding the rally. Last time I ever take plot ideas from you!
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