MonsieurShade

Voltage Incident (a 40k Crossover)

Having spent a good portion of the time after receiving his answer from the doctor staring at Krieg, Batuk'han was suddenly snapped out of his train of thought as Slade aimed his weapon at The Doctor. It was an insult of the highest order to him, one that on his planet would only lead to death. Despite Slade lowering his weapon, the Yautja stepped in front of The Doctor and snarled loudly, just in case Slade considered having another go. The further emphasize what the mercenary would face, Batuk'han extended his gauntlet blades to their full length, the meter long weapons of death gleamed coldly as he raised them. "The next time he does that, I will claim his head." he said to The Doctor.

Suspension of Disbelief

Once again finding himself at the entrance of Arrowhead park, Jacque was perched much like a gargoyle atop one of the pillars which held the sign in place. The wendigo's eyes darted about wildly as he attempted to find a target to suit his tastes. He knew full well that teenagers within his preferred age bracket tended to sneak here at night, be it to get away from their parents, score or share drugs and alcohol or to engage in some raunchy late night debauchery. Their reasons for being here meant nothing to Jacque of course, all that mattered to him was the flesh on their bones and their ability to play games. Ears rotating every so often to pick up any sounds coming from the park, Jacque shrank into the shadows as he awaited the approach of his next victim. As he waited, Jacque suddenly remembered a piece from one of his favorite poems, "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing...your robes are green and purple...there’s a crest upon your head...your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...." he sang lowly in a lilting voice.

Voltage Incident (a 40k Crossover)

Batuk'han's eyes widened a bit in surprise -though it was impossible to tell with the mask- as one of the humans actually spoke to him in his own language, and was even respectful enough to bow. "You know the language of my people and call yourself 'The Doctor' of Gallifrey?" he responded in his native tongue whilst withdrawing his blades into the gauntlet. The predator pondered this knowledge for a minute before he made a sound that could be interpreted as one of recognition, "Bel'thetar, the elder of my tribe once spoke of you when I was a young one. The man whom travelled in a strange blue box. He spoke highly of you as well.". Batuk'han reciprocated the bow he'd received with a half bow of his own, "It is an honor to meet you, tell me...do you know where we are?", he paused to look around at the buildings, "This is like no city I have ever hunted in.". Despite having sheathed his weapons, the Yautja was still on edge, after all, he was in an unfamiliar place and missing many of his weapons, save for The Doctor, he could trust no one.

Voltage Incident (a 40k Crossover)

In one corner of the room, a hulking humanoid creature lay unconscious, looking for all the world like a prop for a horror movie. The thing that set this thing apart however, was the fact that props didn't usually start clicking and twitching violently. Batuk'han roared loudly in a combination of bewilderment and fury as he sat up looked around wildly, extending the blades on one of his gauntlets as he prepared to lash out at whatever was near. The Yautja had no clue where he was, nor how he'd gotten there, after all his last memory had been of him meticulously cleaning the skull of his latest trophy. Batu quickly began tapping one of his gauntlets in an effort to understand what had just happened, however the device yielded nothing of use. Hissing in annoyance, the predator rose to his feet and began cycling through several different types of vision, stopping on thermal when he finally realized that he was not alone in the room. He recognized the shapes and of course, humans, one of the more challenging creatures that he'd hunted, however for once in his life he was not focused on hunting, rather he was more preoccupied with figuring out what was going on. Some of the humans seemed to express curiosity as well, so for the time being Batuk'han stayed silent, figuring that they could possibly yield some information of use.

The gods meet

As the others began to arrive, Manō lowered himself to sit on the floor, before nodding at Devlin and Arlina, "Greetings god of war, goddess of beauty." he said politely as he drew his legs inward into an indian sitting style. Manō breathed in deeply before exhaling a cloud of mist which began to rapidly envelop him, "Pardon me while I make myself a bit more comfortable..." he said before becoming enshrouded in the mist. There was a small flash of blue light before the cloud dispersed, revealing a banded sea krait coiled up where Manō once sat. "Ah...much better." The serpent hissed with relief as it stretched all twelve feet of it's length out. Manō slowly began to coil around a nearby pillar, his body which was as thick as a man's arm wrapping around the thing with relative ease, "So, anyone have anything of interest to discuss while we wait for the others? I do hate awkward silences.".

The gods meet

"Push and pull...that is the way it has been for countless eons. Push...pull...in...out...the tide surges...the tide ebbs...push..pu-" KREEEE!!. Manō jumped slightly as the sudden keening outside of his bedroom window snapped him out of his meditation. He'd lost track of time yet again, and it was only because of the steady screeching of the osprey perched on the windowsill that he'd been reminded of how close he was to being late for his daily meeting. Speaking of the osprey, the raptor continued to screech and flap it's wings wildly as if waiting for a signal to stop, "Alright, alright I get it, you're going to get your reward. Calm down." Manō grumbled as he stood and walked over to a wicker basket, "This is what you want, right?" he asked as he pulled out a dried fish that one of the locals had brought to the temple in homage. The osprey began to cry out even louder as Manō waved the fish in front of it before lightly tossing the treat in its direction. Manō sighed with relief as the bird instantly ceased its keening and snatched up the fish before taking off, "At this rate he's gonna get fat on all these fish." Manō said with a slight chuckle as he looked out of the window. It was another beautiful day on the mediterranean, the sea was calm thanks to him, the sun hung brightly overhead, casting it's warm glow down onto everything it touched, and as always there was that fresh, slightly salty, smell in the air that always reinvigorated him. For a moment Manō considered skipping todays meeting, however it would likely end in yet another scolding from 'The Big Man' himself. The deity of the sea stretched a bit and rolled his shoulders, "Ah well, maybe today's meeting will be quick." he said before snapping his fingers. There was a bright blue flash of light, and in an instant he found himself in the temple of the highest god where he began to patiently await the arrival of the others.

The gods meet

I suppose I can take a crack at it. I'm not often one to post first in an RP, so forgive me if it's a bit lackluster.

China's future ( Kung fu panda/feudal japan rp)

manapool1 said
defendo, krav maga, s.c.a.r. they all do that

Huh. Well ya learn something new every day...

The gods meet

Name: Manō Kai'ka (pronounced Man-oh Ka-e-ka)
Gender: Male

God: God of the sea

Appearance: Right here

Height:
True form: He can change it at will, though he usually keeps it within the 10 foot range or shorter
Human form: 6'1"

Hair color; Sandy brown
Eye color: Light blue

Clothing: Same as the picture

Human appearance: See the pic.
True appearance: He appears as a massive banded sea krait

Personality: Manō's personality greatly mirrors the element that he presides over, for the most part he can be calm and sometimes even soothing, he's often the kind of guy that's happy to go with the flow of things. That being said, once he is pushed beyond the limits of his patience, Manō can become shockingly violent and unruly, a menacing god that will unleash his wrath upon any and everyone regardless of who they are.

China's future ( Kung fu panda/feudal japan rp)

manapool1 said
make him a master of the leopard style king fu that way his animal is his style

My intent was for him to regularly use elements of that style, however it wasn't going to explicitly be what he used seeing as a nomadic life in mongolia spent fending off bandits wouldn't allow him to the time to actually fully master a martial art and would require something a bit more unconventional and underhanded so as to throw off an opponent that can actually fight. Essentially his fighting style is meant to carry the characteristics of a known type of kung fu, but also be versatile enough that he becomes unpredictable and dangerous even to a trained opponent. Theres also the 'dirty' aspect of his fighting, after all not a lot of martial arts styles are going to have you actively attempt to punch an enemy in the groin whenever the opportunity arises, well, not that I know of anyway.