Lugubrious

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

I'll be posting soon.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Filia – Mahora Grounds

Still upbeat, Filia accepted Donkey Kong's banana and began to peel it. Almost without thinking she took a big bite, then broke off a piece and inexplicably pushed it beneath her hat. After the ape's introduction the focus passed to the enormous man, whose uncanny stature combined with a spotless and official yet distinctly unnerving appearance filled Filia with an acute sense of dread. This only heightened when he began to talk, speaking in a downright goofy voice and some how stretching his head while he was at it. The only possible explanation in her mind was that this Faust, too, hosted a grotesque and powerful parasite. If so, he didn't deserve her fear, but her sympathy. To her knowledge, Filia was one of the luckier ones. While she didn't trust Faust at all, as was prudent with any parasite-host duo, she did acknowledge his attempt to be cordial, and offered in return her hospitality. “Well, that's okay. It's only a matter of time. Nice to meet you too!” She took Faust's hand.

Meanwhile, more people were arriving. Filia was so preoccupied with sizing them up that she didn't notice Krieg's meltdown until he'd already pulled the trigger, and the ensuing clamor scared Filia badly. She leaped backward, yelping, and her hat ejected from her head. With all eyes on Krieg, though, Samson almost certainly escaped anyone's notice as he grabbed the flying hat with tendrils of hair and pulled it back on. Though the chaos, Filia managed to take note of Reimu, but the middle of a potential problem wasn't the right time to say hi and answer her question.

A moment later, another new arrival to the scene straight-up attacked Krieg to subdue the perceived threat. While nearly anyone was preferably to a masked psycho with a slew of weapons at his zany fingertips, the merciless and obviously supernatural precision and brutality with which Ranma dealt with Krieg made her think twice about immediately thinking of him as an ally. Though she winced, Filia failed to flinch or otherwise recoil, hinting that while she appeared to be one of the most mundane ones here, she in fact had experience with the strange and dangerous. Over the last few weeks, Filia had repeatedly found out the truth behind Samson's words: Trust nobody, 'specially not the ones that look trustworthy. And yet, it was this warlike peacekeeper that suggested moving elsewhere to find answers. Though Filia had been thinking about mentioning the possibility of asking the locals, she hadn't found the right moment to slip her suggestion into the general tumult of questions and introductions.

Therefore, despite her misgivings, Filia found herself agreeing with Ranma. “Food sounds good. Some kind of clue would be even better. It looks like none of us really know what's going on, so asking the city folk might be a good way to start.” Confidently, she began to walk in the direction of the cable cars.

”Careful, kid. These people are way dangerous. I can smell 'em. You feel threatened at all, I'll come out swingin'.” A gruff whisper came from beneath her cap. Filia could tell, however, that he'd liked the banana, and only now realized that she might have given him away. “Alright, I will.”

DIO – Hotel California

”Absolutely...adequate.”

In a short span of time, every window of the penthouse suite had been boarded up, shuttered, draped, or otherwise sealed against the eventual glowering sun. This had been performed by a miniature legion of followers eager to gain their master's favor. A lair not impervious to those beauteous but searing rays did not meet the standards of a vampire, particularly one whose only unconditional weakness was ultraviolet radiation. The status of the windows, however good, was not what DIO now referred to.

Giggling faintly, as if breathing her last, the drained body of the hotel's secretary fell to the plush carpet. No matter how hard one searched, they would not find a mark upon her, but all the same her blood and her body were now separated. DIO ran a finger gently across the scar that marked the point where his head met the body of Jonathan Joestar. Once DIO's greatest foe, Jonathan had seemingly beaten DIO all those years ago, only to be killed and his body stolen by the vampire he'd sworn to destroy. Much blood was needed to make the body totally DIO's, but the essence of everyday humans proved so dull and tasteless. It would help, but it would not satisfy.

Sighing, DIO watched as the body of the secretary began to fill back up. In no time at all, she'd returned to normal, with only a few minor exceptions. Her skin was pale, her irises red, her canines lengthened, and her mind DIO's, now and forever. What before was an ordinary human, having willingly given herself to the vampire, was now his spawn. Of course, vampire spawn lacked the power of real vampires, having been born of vampiric essence rather than the sting of a Stone Mask, but otherwise they were similar. And now, DIO had twenty-nine of them. ”There we go. My gifts have been given. Power, life, security...peace of mind. Humans desire nothing more. It is time for you, ladies and gentlemen, to return the favor. Tell me about this place.” He reclined leisurely upon a sublime sofa and listened.

A short time later, thanks to the combined efforts of all the spawn, DIO had a fairly accurate picture of the City, if not the reasons why he'd been brought here in the first place. ”I see. Miss, might I ask another favor of you? Please gather the staff of this place and bring them to me, then close the hotel. As of today, this lovely establishment is under new management. There's going to be some remodeling, reorganization, and so forth. I know I can count on you.”

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

This is pretty much the introduction tutorial for how the place works. Gather the bare minimum of information, learm about and trust (or manipulate) each other, and plan from there on. Just bare with it for now so we can get it over with fast and get on to the good meaty stuff. So sorry if it's rather boring at the moment.

@Grey Star

No worries, I gotcha.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

@LugubriousYou had something to do, you had Dio go to a hotel instead.

@Sir Screwloose

Oh yeah, go to the obvious bar that everyone else went to for a nice round of introductions and clashing of egos. That would have really established my character. It wasn't even something to do, just a possible place to go.

There's actually places in GS's last post for people to go to, as well as getting to know one another on the way.

@VitaVitaAR

For the heroes, yes. I'll do that.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

How long do you anticipate before the characters are given something to do?

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Wreck-gar is also the best.

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

Yes, but that's OOC information in an IC setting. Indigo would try to save him if she thought she was in trouble.

Potentially, you could do an altered-perception-of-time thing, where thirty minutes in the real world could be thirty hours in the painting. That way you'd still get a chance for development.

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

Fleo Plector – Phoenix Wing Stands

@hatakekuro@Zarkun

In reply to Nolan's assertion, Fleo shrugged. A lot of people thought they had it all figured out, whether it was denying God's existence or insisting on lesser, more numerous deities. The dusty woman couldn't really say she blamed them, for understanding of God's workings lay beyond the reach of anyone. Belief and love, they were the key concepts, but those who'd faced terrible fate so often found belief and love to be ephemeral and unattainable things. These thoughts remained inside, and Fleo turned a smiling and inquisitive face to the world. In actuality, she'd be very interested indeed in learning more about the beings that Nolan called gods.

Fleo looked over her shoulder to watch her team leader run off, followed in a moment by Dalton. Just like that, she was alone in a crowd of people, with only James to keep her company. Among all the wizards she'd become acquainted with during her time at Phoenix Wing, James was among the least well known to her. He revealed little in terms of defining characteristics, and any important events involving the guild seemed to pass him right by. The final duel of the day had yet to begin -what was the holdup?- so Fleo scooted a little closer to James and asked, ”So, tell me a little about yourself. I haven't really gotten to know you, James.” The next instant Jessie's announcement rang out, but it left Fleo less satisfied than she'd been previously. A games master didn't have responsibilities, did he? His job was to keep the show rolling, not pop off and leave thousands of people twiddling their thumbs. ”Well that sucks, Sheldon's left us all to stink it up.”

Indigo Afina – Painting Booth

@liferusher

Where there had been a graceful and courteous librarian, there now stood a steely sorceress, terrifying in her blank serenity and ominous, uncertain intent. Indigo watched curiously as Isla edged away and erected a barrier of paint to defend herself. Rather than reply to the girl, Indigo looked upon the makeshift shield with amusement instead. A brief, azure glow surrounded her hand, magically replacing The Order with the book Subnautica. ”I could order you to stop breathing if you didn't comply further,” she said impassively, as if she were dicussing the morning news, ”But I'll take it easy on a young lady such as yourself. Still, it is worth establishing just who is in charge here. Do you know, paint is mostly water?” Indigo flicked her index and middle finger to the right, exerting her own magic over Isla's paint barrier. Hers proved stronger, of course, and the paint sailed away to splatter on the sidewalk, leaving Isla exposed.

”You are outmatched, and I'm afraid I haven't much patience. Usually I'd be more tactful, but I'm still a little fired up from fighting in the arena. Let me ask you a new question. I know I saw Ike in that picture in your little Hall of Fame. Will you incur my wrath by not freeing him?” Of course, she did not have definitive evidence that Ike had been trapped in a painting. Isla did, however, obviously have some brand of paint magic, and a man as prominent as Ike did not simply vanish without a trace. Those clues and Indigo's wit proved enough to assemble a likely hypothesis.

Cecilia Lenin

@Raijinslayer@hatakekuro

The journey between the Frenzy Camp and the Doma Flau was a decently long but very scenic one. Even just an hour after the end of the Crocus maze event for the Grand Magic Games, everyday life resurged as if nothing had ever happened, save for the occasional burn mark, crater, or scratch in the buildings and streets. Despite all of the various sights to see on the way to the arena, Cecilia did not lose sight of Argus, and noticed with no small amount of comradely concern his mounting anxiety. No reassurances issued from her, though, for in Frenzy Plant no insecurities were sheltered. Part of becoming a soldier involved breaking through one's own mental handicaps, just as important as surpassing the physical ones. By finding and giving Argus the company of other inhuman beings, Cecili did not mean to provide him with a support group, but with a starting point to fully integrate into the life of a Frenzy Plant soldier.

Weirdly, Cecilia and Argus were inside the Doma Flau before the sounds of the crowd could be heard. What previously rocked the city with shouts, cheers, and chants now barely constituted a dull roar; most likely, nothing was going on right now to receive the spectators' attention. As unexpected as such a lull might be, it was good news for Cecilia and Argus. She wasted no time guiding the crimson demon to the Frenzy Plant stands, which were neither densely populated nor packed up against other groups like much of the other attendees were. Perfect.

By lucky coincidence, Ni Rensa and Arivaderci were in the same spot. Looking at the two side by side turned out to be an interesting experience itself. Aside from their femininity, nothing else compared between the two. One sported the traits of a mammal, a predatory cat, and the other the trunk of a snake. One had blue hair in braids, hatless, and the other hid long brown hair beneath a hood. One's skin was pale, and the other's a mocha hue. Arivaderci, as might be expected from her quiet and shy personality, seemed to want to cover herself as much as possible with a snowy-hued cloak, while Ni Rensa -who embraced her inhuman traits, having been born with them- proudly displayed herself to the world. And yet, these two vastly different girls were fast friends. All that Cecilia needed was to find Enma.

It wasn't difficult to spot the oni. Cecilia made her way over to him, waving as she approached. ”Hi! We've got a new guildmate, Argus here. Thought you guys might kick it off, Ari and Ni too. Have a chat, get to know him. In Frenzy Plant,” she explained, trying to keep Argus's attention on her and not the crowd, “No man is an island.”

Nero the Genie – Antiques Shop

@Invisible Man@liferusher

Without much hesitation at all, Nero launched into a short happy dance, smiling widely and laughing, not so much as with amusement, but in disbelief. He never could have imagined the day when a girl would kiss him willingly! Whatever Nero did to deserve love, he had no clue, but the thought that a monster like him had managed to find it filled the genie with genuine happiness. Take that, world! Take that Phlegethon, and Principle Shears, and Mayor Ferrel, and the Beast Twins, and Melanie, and General Sanders, and Zander, and Indigo, and Jamie, and Joshua, and Damian, and Time Lord! I'm the luckiest son-of-a in the world!

His brief burst of enthusiasm evaporated quickly, but behind it left a thoroughly pleased young man. ”Aw, thanks,” he beamed, ”It's hard to tell what's sweeter, you or your voice. Looks like our adventure in this dusty shop is just about donezo, whaddya say we find Aya and get goin'? Ya can pick wherever ya want to go.”

A moment later, he and Eve were on the street. It didn't take long to spot Ayame, who looked astonishingly confused and overwhelmed. The dark mages hurried over, and Nero stretched out an arm to put over her shoulder. ”Hey hey, don't go nuts, your best buds are right here for ya.” He thought, man, can't leave this kid for a second, huh.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I don't think we ever had more female characters than male. One girl per team was definitely the norm when we started out. I'm more inclined to think that we've got more girls now than ever, but still less than half.

Character Crossover Crisis City (C4 Reboot)

Dead Cruiser, is the building that Marchesa is near the Yellow Flag or the hotel DIO is in?