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As do we. If your posts are as good as your characters, this should become a very fun roleplay.

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Umi, Antonio, and Mercedes are all accepted. I really like Mercedes' sheet. A stripper is certainly something I've never seen been played in an rp before.

I'll post as soon as Al does.

EDIT: Allen, you cheeky bastard. I'll start working on a post now. Probs won't finish it till later. I have reading to do for school.

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I'll look at that PM now. Sorry, I kinda fell off the grid today. Then I'll check that sheet.

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Heh. That'd be funny.

Anyways, I'm working on an actual sheet for Tara now. Once it is finished and we've had some interaction, the rp will begin to pick up.

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Skeleton

In the middle of the partying, a foreign voice sounded from the open front door of the bar. Skeleton's head snapped to where the voice came from, and he identified a newcomer, a young black woman in her twenties. She was decently attractive, but the cane in her hand and the sunglasses on her eyes (though Skeleton couldn't judge much for sunglasses, considering he never took his off) told him that she was blind. Why the hell would an attractive blind woman walk into the most dangerous bar in the city and ask for that name? he thought, rising from his seat Even if she is a meta, she must be either absolutely crazy or the ballsiest woman I've ever laid eyes upon. Skeleton placed his beer on the table and walked towards the door, his arms crossed across his chest in a disapproving manner. Already a few Skulls were beginning to turn towards the door, and none of them looked friendly. One of them began to tell her off, but Skeleton held up a hand and silenced the dissenter. He stopped about three feet away from the woman, hopefully a distance sufficient enough to be out of the range of the cane.

"Yeah, you're at the right place." Skeleton said gruffly "Who's asking?" Back where Matt and Kylie stood, Damian shifted cautiously from side to side. He drew a small throwing knife from his jacket and began to twirl it around his fingers expertly. As the spinning increased in speed, the knife began to spin like the blade of a fan and vibrate. From this angle, Damian couldn't see the cane, and so he assumed this was just your average garden-variety East Mendel mook, probably drunk and on a dare. If she so much as flinched, he could throw the knife at the speed of a bullet and blow her head clean off her shoulders.

Col. Ivan Petrov and Dr.Tobias Wright

Friday night was bar night. Every Friday, Colonel Petrov descended the hardwood staircase of his house just outside of Mendel, grabbed his cane, kissed his wife on the cheek, and a few moments later drove off for the city in his black Chrysler 300. He drove into the city, his mind partially on autopilot as he turned left down Watson street and arrived at a tall, rectangular house painted dark red. He beeped, and a minute or so later, Dr.Wright opened his door and shut it carefully behind him, fumbling with his keys to lock the door. He was wearing a black wool coat, for it was rather chilly, which only showed two of his six arms, and the other four were wrapped around his body. A black fedora rested on his head, which looked rather comical with his cranial appearance.

"Sorry for the delay." Dr.Wright said as he sat down in the passenger's side of Ivan's car "Had to feed the fish."

"If you eat now, you'll lose your appetite." Ivan mused jovially.

"Go to Hell, Scarface." Wright retorted.

Soon they arrived at the usual spot, a bar on 33rd Street called "Our Place". It was a small hole-in-the-wall dive with green awnings outside and a large sandwich board that contained the day's specials. Ivan entered the bar, and waved hello to the bartender, a large redheaded woman. Ivan and Dr.Wright sat down at the counter in their usual spots, and she walked over.

"Evenin, hun." she said happily to the men "What'll it be?"

"The usual." Ivan said "A Yuengling and wings." She didn't even need to write it down. That was what Ivan liked so much about this place; it was cozy and friendly, a place where everybody knows your name, like that sitcom from the nineties.

"And for you, hun?" the bartender asked Dr.Wright.

"The usual." She nodded and walked over to the kitchen, where she yelled something rather indicative of a fifties diner, and then grabbed the beers. She brought them back to the two friends and then rushed off to attend another man who entered.

"So how goes the research?" Ivan asked Dr.Wright.

"A little slow, as of late." Dr.Wright replied after swallowing a gulp of beer "Ever since my old research assistant quit, I've been really bogged down with number crunching. It's given me a new appreciation for their work. How's the family?"

"It's been better." Ivan replied.

"Any luck with the kids?" Ivan sighed and took another drink of beer, as if it were anasthesia.

"No, unfortunately." he said "We're seeing a fertility specialist on Wednesday."

"Sorry to hear." Wright replied "I'm glad you're taking my advice, though."

About five minutes of chatter and another round of beers passed when a familiar-looking man sat up at the bar next to Ivan. It was Baron, and he had questions about a murder. Ivan looked at him hard a moment, trying to remember exactly who the man was, and his eyes widened when he realized that it was Baron, his old squadmate from the Dreadnaughts. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing Ivan did not know. Hopefully the dumbass wouldn't try to get him back into the war.

"Doc Moreau?" he said "Haven't seen you in forever. No, I haven't heard anything about a murder, unfortunately. I saw the flashing lights up ahead, but I thought it was just a car crash or something. Who's been killed?"

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Whisper

Whisper took a bite of a mozzarella stick, the cheese stretching the gap between her mouth and the stick, and chewed slowly. She took a second bite to remove the cheese strand and prevent herself from looking foolish and then stood up with a glass of wine in her hand. She walked across the room, past several tables and towards the window, where once more she almost habitually stared down at the city. There were police cars high-tailing it down a street by the river; that couldn't be good. Judging by the number of cars, meta-on-meta violence was most likely the cause. She hoped that her men weren't involved. The last thing Whisper needed was pissed off cops. She was just about to turn around when she caught sight of the loudly-dressed Cassidy Lynn. The woman looked rather familiar. Whisper sat still for a moment, looking at the ground halfway between the window and Cassidy, and then decided to turn back to the bar. It was not in Whisper's nature to be social, and this girl looked slightly arrogant.

She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Samson Jeross;

"Police cars on Clyde St. 3 sirens. Might be meta. Check it out."

Emilio

When Whisper left her seat, Emilio's first reaction was to steal a mozzarella stick. He ate it rather ravenously, the cheese sticking to the roof of his mouth (which is a serious problem for Mamba). He scarfed it down with a swig of beer, and then looked to his left where Rabbit was sitting, half-drunk. He looked back at the tv screen as the Giants scored another run, and cursed quietly. Emilio certainly wouldn't turn down a chance to mess with a drunk person, and so he turned to his left and responded to her mumbling.

"I kind of like it." Emilio said "It's calm without being smooth jazz."

Taylor

Halfway through formulating an english response to Nick (it took her a bit more time than average to formulate english sentences), she was cut off by Johnny. She frowned at him; he was obviously rather snobbish, and the cane was far too gaudy. He looked like a pimp that had gone through a meat grinder. The attention she was receiving now was more than enough to pick up her spirits. She smiled, a slim curving of her red lips in the upward direction, and drummed her fingers on the edge of her martini seductively. She sized Johnny up for a moment, and then blinked a few times; what, did he raid a party store?

"Un peu grossie," she muttered to herself before turning to Nick "No, I've never really been much for drinking, but I" she hesitated, considering how much information she should tell a random stranger at a bar. She had yet to take a single drink of her fruity martini, and so alcohol wasn't an excuse. She weighed her options quietly, and ended the sentence by saying "heard about this place from a friend. It's rather underwhelming, no?" This place was becoming rather stale quickly. Unlike most bars, there wasn't much to really do at Club 76 besides drink fancy drinks that cost too much and revel in how rich you are that you can afford said fancy drinks.

Titus MacArthur

Lumbering down Archimedes Street was Titus MacArthur, a mountain of a man with Scottish hair and a Scottish disposition. He walked with his chest puffed out and his shoulder's back, making him look even bigger than he already was, and people moved out of his way when they saw him, easily cleaving a path through the crowd. He was in this part of town on an errand for Damian, and was hopelessly lost; there was no Fukerzelf road anywhere around here, nor was there a smoke shop where you could buy a penis-shaped glass bong. The bong, he was explained, was meant to be a prank for Matt, who was becoming a Skull enforcer, though, considering Matt didn't smoke, Titus found this rather odd. Nearby, Titus overheard two men talking.

"Yeah. Blood all over the damn place. Ever since their kind started comin' in Mendel, we've just had-"

"I dunno, but Skeleton is gonna lose his SHIT when he hears about this one."

"Was the guy a big deal?"

"Do I look like I hang around fuckin' gangsters? All I know is that the guy was apparently a Skull."

Titus' eyes widened. A Skull had been murdered. Maybe if he ran and told Skeleton, he thought, he would get a promotion. He quickly turned the corner, bumping one of the two men and sending them sprawling, and was about to enter an alley when he saw a woman in a purple suit having a standoff with a drug dealer at the end of the alley. In one fluid motion, the guy was on the ground, and she left quickly. Titus ran after her, not wanting to get caught by the police for the gunshot, and he shoved one of the kids into a brick wall. The brick cracked, or maybe that was the kid's bones, and he slumped to the ground. Once he reached the street, Titus attempted to blend back in, and followed the girl in the purple suit to where she entered the Archimedes building. He was interested; she certainly looked like a formidable fighter, and if a meta was good at fighting in West Mendel, then they were probably a Vanguard. While it would be great to be the first to tell Skeleton about the murder, it would be better to catch the murderer as well. Titus expected a Vanguard to be the killer; that only made sense. He entered the elevator and rode to the top floor, not interacting with Cassidy in the slightest. From his gargantuan height, she looked quite small next to him.

The elevator doors opened and Titus walked the opposite way as Cassidy to throw her off his trail. Once he sufficiently got out of her line of sight, Titus doubled back and followed her to a bar. He stood outside and looked in at the people inside. Lo and behold, there was Whisper Kiyoshi, drinking some sort of mixed drink and staring down at the city below her. Titus' heart leapt; just wait until the boss heard about this.

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@Haggis: Well in your first sheet you said Malcolm was in one of the gangs, so that'd be great. He's accepted. If I were you, though, I wouldn't throw around the word "vigilante" unless he's gonna throw on a mask and call himself Batman.

@Engel: Okay.

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@Tachyon: I cringe at the thought of accepting a character without a real power weakness, but I suppose Kane is okay because his power isn't that strong compared to the others. Accepted.

@Engel: I don't know how I feel about this one. I mean, in a roleplay with only one normal human character, power manipulation is extremely strong. I just feel like Umi will end up being, in allen's words, a "Super dooper badass that can solo both factions". As I mentioned before with Cruiser's character, the reason that the rp has gangs is to use teamwork to accomplish goals; I don't want any one character being able to fight solo against a large group and win. No character in the rp can do that thus far (one could make a case for Titus for this, but he has the common sense of a half-toasted bagel and because he's such a moron the chance of him winning a fight even against one person is close to zero). You can still make a case for her, but I suggest either nerfing the first power or just going with the replication. Also, if you do find out a way to nerf the first power, then I'd like you to cut the second one. Power manipulation is strong enough in any form that a backup power isn't necessary.

@All: Just a quick note. I'm fine with having neutral characters (if I wasn't I wouldn't have allowed it) but the gangs don't exactly have a lot of members in them atm. If you make a character and you can't decide whether to make them a part of a gang or neutral, I'd suggest gang.

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Oh fuck.

Okay, I have the OP saved somewhere. I'll go fix it. The Guild must've had an aneurism or something. I'll check that sheet out once I finish fixing this.

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IC is up.