Meridian

Super Zeros and Stupor Villians: A Comedic Superhero RP!

Fiona was glad she always kept her 'suit' in her bag. Her scooter was parked outside the electronics diner, and she'd come in for a nice meal of pixel pie. She hated eating at home, and enjoyed the fact that here it was a man who served her and not her sexist mom. She was enjoying that fact so much, rather than her meal, that she almost missed the absolute WOMAN HATING sentence that the would-be robber had made upon his entrance to the diner. By the time she'd realized, there had to be three more people all trying to stop the man. But it angered her that they were missing the real crime here- who cared if he was trying to steal some stupid diner's stupid cash? He'd referred to everyone present as cavemen, when she and about half the other diners were women! What a blow to the ideals of social justice! And the crazy Japanese girl, too! Fiona didn't know what 'baka' was, but it had the letter B, which 'boy' also had, and that meant that the word had to be something that further promoted the male patriarchy. How dare she?!

Quickly putting on her shirt, she quickly took her Pamphlets of Knowledge out of her bag. People looked at the sign on her shirt in surprise and mild disgust, although the disgust just turned to confusion when she proudly proclaimed herself as the FemiNazi. Ah, now the sign made sense. "Your shirt's in bad taste!" One man shouted at her, and she quickly threw a pamphlet at his arm, giving him a long paper cut. "You will not tell me what to wear just because you have male genitalia!" She hollered, before looking at the original robber. "And you! How dare you refer to me as a caveman when I am obviously a woman! You need to respect the female gender!" And with that she threw some pamphlets at him, overlooking the fact that they couldn't penetrate his suit. Unfortunately, her baseball bat was outside with her scooter.

The situation only got worse as the Japanese girl said some more sexist words Fiona didn't know, and a cowboy walked in! Fiona scowled. Cowboys were sexist. All of them. "I don't need your help just because you're a man! I'm strong enough by myself!" She sneered, throwing a pamphlet at his cheek, where a paper cut would really hurt. For good measure, she threw one at the sexist Japanese girl as well.

Super Zeros and Stupor Villians: A Comedic Superhero RP!

Aw sheit bros completely forgot to subscribe and then I thought thread was dead again uggghhhh

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Iridessa examined every inch of the airship was she walked through with feigned indifference, adopting the manner of someone who'd seen it all before, which she hadn't. The most impressive means of transport she'd ever used prior to this trip was a particularly fast horse, which unfortunately she'd lost in a bet. She passed by the Commander answering some of the questions of the other elementals and paused a little distance away, just close enough to hear what he was saying. She grinned at the mention of food, and made her way downstairs to the mess hall with the directions he'd given.

Commander Hayes hadn't been kidding about the quality of the food. Iridessa had been on some hard times during her travels, but she didn't remember anything shed eaten being quite so... Unappealing. Even so, it was edible, and she supposed that would have to do. After finishing her meal, she explored the airship some more, coming across a group of particularly friendly crew members who made for an amenable audience for her bawdy jokes.

Hours later, Iridessa stood on the deck, summoned by the unapologetic klaxons that had sounded across the ship. In front of them lay a massive elemental storm. She'd heard stories about such an occurrence, although their sources had been rather doubtful. She looked on in amazement at the destructive yet entrancing nature of elements. Fire, ice, metal, all dancing in a ferociously beautiful motion across the landscape. That was exactly the kind of power she aspired to. The kind that awed those who weren't even on the receiving end of it. Her mind was split between the sight of the storm and the Commander's words. Elemental reinforcement? Iridessa had never used her abilities in any way that was even vaguely constructive. She mostly destroyed things- clothes, furniture, huts. She had no idea how she would carry out his instructions, but decided she could figure it out on the go. That couldn't be too hard, right? She'd do it just fine.

The Circus Underground

@Trevor1001 Duuuuuude. I have a brother called Trevor o.O

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Ehhhhhh

The Circus Underground

Meghara stood in the adjacent preparation tent, listening to the performances take place as she prepared herself. She often had props of some sort, rings or fabrics that she would set on fire, but this time she had decided to forgo them. She had worked on a new trick she was quite sure would set the house on fire. A little chuckle came to her red lips at the pun. A delicate eyebrow arched in annoyance as Nora's voice drifted into the tent. Mocking Dragon with her use of the corgi. Meghara would have had something to say for sure, but she couldn't change Nora's decision, and she doubted the idiotic little stunt would bother Dragon much.

She looked up from her mirror as Toby re entered the prep tent, smiling at him. Although the werewolf was a bit happy and enthusiastic for her tastes, she knew he'd admired her performances and incorporated them into his own and as a result, thought of him almost like a protégé. She rose from her stool, giving him a few claps of praise, and then running into the main ring. She wore a leotard that was similar to Larkus', but, as she liked to think, better. It was an orange one that suggested fire, covered in sequins and gems that caught the light in a dazzling show with every movement she made. However, the crowning glory was the long phoenix's tale the leotard had, feathery and fiery, that trailed behind her. She did a cartwheel, coming to a stand in the centre and pausing for a moment to enjoy the feel of the crowd's adoring gaze. Sometimes the circus felt a little too unglamorous for her tastes, but moments like this reminded her why she did it.

Meghara's act didn't include much talking. She liked to start small. Walking delicately to the first row of the crowd, she held a little flame in her hand. They looked on in amazement, wondering how she conjured such a sight and how it wasn't burning her. She walked round the perimeter of the ring, holding out the fire for them all to see. She picked up speed as she did so, running, leaping and flipping by the time she was three quarters of the way through, trailing tails of fire behind her, from her legs and arms, in an intricate pattern. Coming to a stop near the point shed started out, she slowed down once more and walked to the centre of her stage. Spreading her arms, a line of fire joined her hands, rising up. It curled as it did so to form a circle, then quickly shifted through increasingly more complex flames until she had conjured the image of a phoenix in the flames. It let out a loud, keening cry that hushed the crowd, then the image dissipated. Meghara was particularly proud of that trick. It had involved a small charm from a witch she knew to create sound, but it was worth it.

She flipped and leaped back to the entrance of the ring, looking round at the crowd with a mischievous smirk. Lifting an eyebrow, she raised her hands and was engulfed in a cylinder of fire. When the cylinder dissipated, Meghara was gone, and the crowd erupted into loud applause. She stood just inside the entrance, basking in the adulation for a moment. Another flawless performance.

Rosewood- the School for the Gifted

Lance Delmero

Lance raised an eyebrow at the spiked and towering figure who neatly took the seat between himself and Rowan, with a bowl of what Lance could only presume to be pestilence solidified. Holding his breath, he refocused on Rowan, who had politely deflected his compliment, although he counted the light blush on her cheeks as a score. She got up from the table shortly and moved to interact with another curious-looking girl. Not having anything to say, he continued to eat, trying to ignore the nauseating stench that was his neighbour's meal. It wasn't long before his attention was grabbed once more by the sudden departure of Daichi from the table. What had happened? It took the elf a moment to realize that Daichi had tried some of the spiked figure's sludge. Lance refrained from laughing, and instead got up and walked to the nocturne's side by the bin. "You alright?" He asked, with a mixture of concern and amusement. "I have to say, I thought you were smarter than that. His food looks like condensed sewage," he jerked a thumb towards the towering person at the table, a friendly grin on his face. Lance had to admit, he'd never seen a creature of that sort before.

Zephyr

Zephyr arrived at the dining hall just in time to see Leval burp, exhaling flames from his mouth. He rolled his eyes. Now that he knew the human was an illusionist, a trick like that wasn't particularly impressive. The question was, why exactly did he feel the need to put up such a grotesque facade? Zephyr didn't let the question bother him for long, bypassing the vampire girl and some other student on his way to the machines at the side. Swiping his ID card, he walked away with a plate stacked with assorted meats and a tall glass of a fizzy dark liquid he'd never had before.

He moved to Leval's table, setting himself down loudly in the seat opposite. He gave a sharp and wide smile to Leval with the words, "We meet again, eh, pal?" It took the demon a moment to notice the bubbling concoction that sat in front of the human, and he cringed away from it, sticking his tongue out in disgust. "What is that? I've been to the nether realms, and even they don't go that far." He was tempted to ask about the illusion itself and whether the quagmire like substance Leval ate was part of it, but he would wait a little bit.

The Last Avatar

@Exit Well, I liked Gotham and Daredevil, if I may jump into the conversation

Super Zeroes and Stupor Villains: A Comedic Superhero RP

I'm still interested! But I don't think legit heroes would be a good idea. It might detract from the fun and become too serious.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Can we just skip to the next day? Grant's asleep anyway.