Midna-Phobia

Muta-Gen

Sabrina looked over her shoulder as the guard placed the bowl of fruit on the floor near her. Pushing the chair out she reached out and picked it up, walking back over to her little corner and placing it beside her before she began eating. As she began eating one of the pencils began floating and making marks along some of the paper, causing her to smile slightly. However it suddenly fell to the ground and she frowned for a moment before turning to look at a boy with brown hair. Her deep blue eyes stared at him for a while, as if confused as to what he was doing before she eventually looked back to the food and the pencil resumed drawing. Raven watched the boy who went to sit near Sabrina curiously, wanting to see how she reacted. The girl had never been aggressive towards her or other ‘subjects’ for lack of a better word, only guards so she doubted there would be another incident of someone flying across the room unless he behaved aggressively towards her first. She was more interested in the man with the black hair and his reaction to the guard being close to him. There was a look of… hunger in his eyes possibly and she found her interest peeked, especially when he just waltzed over to them after consuming what could only have been blood and having a very sudden change of personality. She’d heard of people getting angry when they were hungry but she was sure that boy would have attacked that guard if he had been there a few seconds longer. Instantly she was put on edge, her posture became stiff, action ready and her wings unfurled very slightly as she readied to jump back at a moment’s noticed if he turned on them. Not that she was seated closest to him, so the chance of him going for her first was low and he seemed content now. It just made her aware that she could not let her guard down for a moment around him no matter what. “Plan?” She repeated eventually, once she’d finished her mouthful. “There is no ‘plan’. There is no ‘leaving’ I’m sorry, I’ve been in here a while but you can’t honestly expect me to believe that there are people walking around out there with wings or people on fire or things like that. This is a top secret government project… I’m sorry to have to tell you this but you’re all here for the rest of your lives…” However long they may be. She added grimly in her mind. The truth was that the life expectancy of people in here wasn’t extensive and lives were often cut short.

[Casual] Seeking a Robin for romance (FxM pairing)

~BUMP~

Project Freelancer

South looked up, her eyes widening when she saw what Cal looking at. “Punching it!” She replied, before effectively stalling the vehicle. “Crap!” The man with the rocket launcher was getting in position as she started the warthog back up and attempted to move off. It wasn’t exactly ‘punching it’ and there were a few very bad gear changes before she managed to get them going and put a building in between them and the rocket launcher, which fired off anyway, blasting into the wall. Turning the corner the vehicle leaned dangerous as the tires skidded trying to find traction. North groaned in annoyance, he had no clue what he was doing and even if South’s instructions had made any sense he was too mad and worried to think clearly. When Alaska interrupted him and took over he was relieved and happily stood back to let her do her thing, chuckling at Wash’s comment. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to sisters honestly.” He replied, the worry and anger coming through clear in his voice. South brought up a map on her helmet display, giving her directions back to the pelican and the others. She was pretty sure Cal would never let her drive after this again and if there hadn't been the magnetic locks she probably would have thrown him off miles back. The pelican appeared in the distance, growing quickly as they accelerated towards it. South didn’t break as hard as she had last time, but she still left the breaking until a point where she had to press it hard to get them to stop without hitting the large ship. Jumping out of the ship she stopped for a moment to check to see if Cal was still with her before hurrying into the ship. She didn’t dare look up at North. No doubt he was still mad at her. They’d agreed beforehand not to use their real names. So for him to shout it out over the com… she moved to sit down and stared at the floor, twiddling her thumbs.

[Casual] Seeking a Robin for romance (FxM pairing)

Also because I forgot this when I posed last night, we'll probably be ignoring anything that would have happened in the DC universe around this time so that the RP isn't limited by pre-set events.

[Casual] Seeking a Robin for romance (FxM pairing)

Seeking someone to play as Robin/ Dick Grayson (or whichever Robin you want to play really if you have a preference) in his mid teens as he gets his very first girlfriend and has to learn to balance his new love life with his crime fighting commitments. I do have more plot planned out but that's about the jist of it. I'm looking for someone to play as Robin and I'd like to play the girlfriend and I'd probably double as Batman so I can be there for both aspects of his life.

Project Freelancer

South looked around in alarm as North called out that there were guards on the way. However at his plan she instantly moved towards the driver’s seat of the warthog, placing herself in it and taking hold of the steering wheel. Starting the vehicle up she took a few small breaths before reversing it out of the repair bay and turning down the street. Quickly abandoning his post North made his way to the Pelican, however when he arrived and turned, expecting to see South driving up in the Warthog he saw she was going in the wrong direction. “South! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” There was no response. “South! Answer me! You’re supposed to be coming here to help me get this thing going!” “I’ll tell you how to do it from here, it’s not hard.” She finally answered. “What are you doing?! This isn’t part of the plan!” Once again South refused to answer him. “Madison!” Suddenly there was a strange silence and North realised South had turned off her radio completely. “Fuck!” North swore as instructions began appearing on his visor. He needed to stay focused and on plan. If they didn’t get this bird in the air no one was getting out of here. Driving an army vehicle in a real life was a lot harder than it was on simulation. A lot bumpier and louder. Turning the wheel South felt the vehicle lean dangerously as she screeched around the corner and Cal came into sight. She could hear the hornet flying overhead and could only hope it was on her side or else that North would take care of it. He was going to be so mad at her later. Pushing the peddle to the floor South accelerated towards her teammate, who was taking heavy fire. Stepping on the breaks at the last possible moment the car left dark skid marks on the road and she felt her body shift forward before slamming back into the seat as it came to a stop. “Need a lift?” The girl asked with a small gasp.

Muta-Gen

I'm thinking for now it will mostly be introducing the environment and how things work here. Your characters will have a few days off to recover and adjust so there's time for bonding and development.

Muta-Gen

Raven winced as one of the New-Ins hurled his guts up onto the floor and she stepped back slightly, her wings spreading out just a little at the action and she then looked around at the others, nodding slightly before she turned to the guards, a slight glare on her face. “You heard them boys, go do your job why don’t you?” She quickly snapped, getting a rather odd reaction from them. There were brief looks of fear on their faces before they left the room hurriedly. As the only remaining guard came to clean up the mess Raven moved the new group over to the wall, pulling down a section that turned into a table kind of like a Murphy bed. Sliding another section away she began pulling out chairs, enough for the four new arrivals, herself and Sabrina, should the girl decide to join them, which she doubted. She’d been here too long. She thought to herself as she did this. Everything was too familiar. Too comfortable. Unfortunately this was a psychological side effect of the New-Ins, their scared and confused faces reminded her that this wasn’t normal. Still, she couldn’t let that shake her. They needed her right now. “You’re all welcome to sit down; they’ll bring you something in a few moments.” She eventually said, though there was a distinct difference between her voice a few moments ago and now. Deciding to do her best to answer the other girls question Raven forced herself to perk up a little and smiled at her. “It’s probably the best word I’ve come up for it yeah. It’s kind of complicated… I don’t want to overload you guys too much. Once you’ve got some food in you we’ll talk about it a bit more. But you can rest assured that the worst part is all over now.” For a moment there was a sad look in her eyes, sympathy for what they must have gone through and bits of painful memories from her own experiences. “I know it’s not much consolation now, after everything.” She then added. After what could only have been about five or ten minutes the two guards returned, carrying massive platters of food in great variety though one would quickly note that it was all very healthy, not one artificial flavour or sweetener seemed to be on those platters and a lot of it was very high energy, nutritional food. “There’s plenty more where that came from, eat as much as you need.” Raven encouraged as she picked up an apple and bit into it contently. Pausing for a moment she glanced over at Sabrina, who quickly looked away when they made eye contact. She’d never had the girl join her for food either. A few pitchers of water were placed on the table and the guards moved away to let the now fairly large group enjoy their meal. Once again she looked over to Sabrina as a small bowl of something she couldn’t see was brought over to her, however unlike them the guard placed it a fair distance away from her before quickly retreating. Ever since that incident one day they had become afraid to approach her. She didn’t blame them. The girl had thrown a guy across the room, shattering several bones in the process. She was a little enigma that one.

Muta-Gen

I wouldn't bother with a post order, I think everyone here is smart enough to realise when to post. Although if everyone is in a big group I'd appreciate if everyone gave enough time for everyone to post, so no back and forth unless it's just to two of you please. That being said if no one posts for 2 days or so I feel like that's more than enough time for you to reply so I will try and keep the RP alive.

Project Freelancer

South nodded slightly, it was a simple assignment. She could manage that. Walking up towards the car the girl shifted it into neutral and began pushing it along, glad to have the suit doing all the work here. There was no way they’d be able to move one of these things even with the three of them without assistance. Once it was safely inside she let the others know and moved to sit on the back, near the turret, her legs swinging back and forth. It was strangely easy to forget they were in a simulation or even that they were in danger. From up in his perch North watched all the action in this strange gray, green and red world. Green signalled friendlies, red were enemy heat signatures and everything else was of no importance to him. So far they were doing a really good job at avoiding the patrols. There were a few snipers he could see being problematic and took them out without much thought, the silencer on his gun keeping everything nice and sneaky. It was a sim. They weren’t real. It made it a lot easier for him to think that way since he hated wasting life. He didn’t truly believe there were ‘good guys’ and ‘bad guys’. There were all just people who happened to have different goals and different ways of doing things. Sure some people did some pretty horrible things with their lives but he was sure that in their minds they were just doing what needed to be done. Some snipers remained, but he had no direct line of sight to them and they had no sight to his team, so they weren’t a problem right now. Recovery team moved up the city whilst team Warthog, as he’d named them in his mind, were still hanging out. He rolled his eyes slightly at the one sitting on the back, as if it was the mess hall and everything was fine. He had no doubt about who that was. However before he could get onto her to tell her off for slacking she noticed a large patrol of about five or so men headed their way. “Team Warthog- Cal! You’ve got five guys inbound, two corners away on your right. Maybe ten seconds. You need to move now! Now!” Picking up his gun he quickly moved into a better spot. He couldn’t see into the bay South was in but he had a very clear shot down the street at the corner where he knew they’d appear, watching their heat signatures move behind the buildings. He could help to take them out if needed, he had three shots left before he had to reload, but he’d rather avoid them getting detected if at all possible. Stealth was always preferable to loud and heavy, at least when you were dealing in a rescue mission for someone they had to assume had no military training. Hopefully the others had a similar thoughts and they could keep out of sight or at least quiet about it if they did decide to take action.