Morose

Hidden class (closed for now)

Mallory Grimmoire

@CloseEnough

There were very few moments where Mallory's breath was taken away. Though, she was relatively certain that breathing was an entirely superfluous action for her. Her mouth dropped a bit, her eyes widening to the size of saucers, as she stared at the Prince of Darkness. Evil Incarnate. Lucifer. Satan. The Light Bringer. It didn't matter what he was called -- Mallory knew him.

"Uh...Er....No, not really," Mallory stuttered, blinking rapidly. "I'm here to...Well...."

She mimed knocking in the air, careful to only do so twice. She didn't want to jinx things. Despite knowing perfectly well she had no ability to choose when death would come for someone, the superstition that ensnared most of the monsters in New York continued to dominate her mind. She chuckled nervously, a perfect drop of sweat rolling down her face.

It was Lucifer, of all people! The one who was able to... to rebel! Mallory was helpless, unable to resist the divine dictation that she knock on the door of those fated to die in whatever city she resided in. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't rebel.

But he could.

"The, erm.... The.... The mob is after Damien," Mallory whispered, her eyes still wide. "And erm...and... Victoria...Thalia...They....yeah...."

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Harley Quinn

@svd927 @BlueSky44

Harley brushed herself off, a few pieces of trash landing on the ground. Her head filled with fantasies and delusions, she grabbed the letters that Mister J had instructed her to deliver. She giggled a bit, a stray tear falling from her eye.

"I'll get the joke next time, puddin'!" Harley promised to no one in particular.

The letters went into the mailboxes of the two in question: the vampire and the dragon. She giggled a bit, excited to return to Mister J, and see what he had for her to do next...

"I'm coming, puddin'! I'm coming, Mister J!" Harley shouted, before dashing off, vanishing from sight.

Assuming the letters are opened, they would read...

HELLO.

YOU ARE DUE TO DIE TONIGHT. IF YOU KILL THE PRINCE OF HELL, YOU WILL LIVE.

THE SECRET TO SUCCESS IS SMILING

X

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Cecily Ashworth

Location: Block Party
Interacting With: Riley Ridgeway @Nallore , neighbors, Tank @POOHEAD189

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Hardly anything alarming occurred as Riley and Cecily walked back from the odd little store. Upon returning, Cecily groaned, seeing all of the people and the media... It looked impossible to make it back to the block. Grimacing a bit, Cecily wished that she was the size of a toothpick as she attempted to squeeze past without irritating anyone. Everyone was talking over each other, with random conversations coming through.

"--so, think anyone will commit suicide tonight--?"

Cecily turned her head in alarm, tempted to scold the reporter on her treatment. Cecily worked with death all day -- and one of the first lessons she learned was to never speak ill of the dead. Unless they were Hitler. In that case, it was okay. But the girl that had died -- Peyton, she thought her name was? -- was hardly a racist dictator.

Frowning a bit, Cecily followed Riley through the crowd. Riley dropped the fireworks off, and Cecily stashed the blueberry alcohol with a bunch of vodka she saw lying on the table. Turning around to rejoin Riley, Cecily saw her wandering through the crowd, having the time of her life.

I could go read... Cecily thought, looking up wistfully towards her apartment. Parties always made her feel incredibly uncertain. She usually didn't go to them -- and if she did, it was because she had been assigned to process a crime scene. A motorcycle on a patio caught her eye, and she chuckled a bit, wondering how on earth it had gotten there. She walked over towards the small crowd that had gathered around the smoker, each person eccentric characters in their own right.

A few of them looked familiar. She recognized some of the security specialists, and rolled her eyes lightly, realizing that the motorcycle belonged to the detective. He was fairly new, but given that she worked on crime scenes all day, she had seen his face around a few times.

Standing a few feet away from the main crowd, she overhead what seemed like a fight over the motorcycle... She couldn't help but agree with the Marine Girl -- it was a bit ridiculous to park a motorcycle on a patio. However, her attention was distracted as she overheard Detective Gregory, cursing and getting a drink.

"Is everyone from work here, then?" Cecily chuckled softly to herself. "If something does happen, we're all set..."

In an instant, a blonde blur jumped out at her, and Cecily screamed, her eyes practically bugging back, and she jumped backwards. Realizing that it was just Riley, Cecily laughed a bit, catching her breath.

"Hey Cee Cee! You enjoying the party?" Riley asked, grinning as she took a swig of her beer. Offering the bottle to Cecily, she took it gladly, and took a sip. It burned her throat and tasted awful, but she didn't mind. She was more of a Jolly Rancher flavored alcohol type of person.

"You scared me to death!" Cecily laughed. "But yeah, the party isn't too awful. Tons of people, though."

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Mara Scelus

Mara chuckled slightly as the professor came over, staring at her espurr. She was rather tempted to tell Kira to attempt to scare the poor old professor, but shaking her head free of malice, Mara instead focused on the chances they had. It was now time for them to hit the road...er, the route.

"Hey y'all, maybe we should go find the professor's assistant to repay him?" Yasha proposed.

Mara paused for a moment. While she wasn't a bad person, she didn't particularly care about finding someone in trouble. But as she stared around at the open region with the hills, she did find it rather strange... It was incredibly hard to get lost in Dewmeadow, even with its massive size. All of the roads seemed to end in the same places, and with most people being natives to the small town, they knew there way around.

"That might be a good idea, actually," Mara offered. "Perhaps some criminal has abducted her...It could be interesting."

At any rate, it offered to be more exciting than going down the route. Hardly anyone seemed to be out and about, with only the same people they'd known forever being there to challenge to battles. It wasn't going to be anything new -- and if Mara craved anything, it was the excitement of new experiences. Tracking down the missing assistant would certainly fulfill that.

"I can't imagine she could have gotten very far..." Mara added, before glancing at Rowan.

They'd need Rowan to agree to search for the assistant as well. If they were going to continue to work as a team, everyone would have to agree. Mara just desperately hoped that Rowan would go along with it, rather than choosing to do something dull, such as challenge the same people again and again.

Kira hoped up onto Mara's shoulder, a small little weight. The espurr narrowed his eyes a bit into the distance, brooding as if he were a film star. Mara smiled slightly at him, enjoying his little quirks and mannerisms--while she was certain the stare would have terrified the professor, it just looked adorable to her.

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Location: Dewmeadow, Outside Dogwood’s Lab // Near Route A
Current Team:

• Kira the Espurr
  
  Status: N/A
  Level: 7

Inventory: Potion (1), Pokedollars (700), Dogwood Pokedex, Dogwood Ball (1)

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

I'm super happy you suggested that idea! :D I'll get a post up soon

Guardians: Next Wave [A Science Fiction Superhero Roleplay!] [ACCEPTING!]

Am I the only one that hoped that someone would have Gambit's powers in this roleplay...?

Wait, a second I said we could all make two characters, one hero, and one villain or the hero could become a villain or the villain could become the hero.

I'll make a villain with Gambit type powers.

@Chaotic Chao

Will that be the main villain the team will go up against, then?

Guardians: Next Wave [A Science Fiction Superhero Roleplay!] [ACCEPTING!]

Vivian "Silver Curse" Adler

@Archmage MC

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It had been strange enough to Vivian that the little white freak had clapped for her. She had pretended not to notice, instead watching the rest of the talents be demonstrated. The soldier was the typical soldier--but impressive, nonetheless. She couldn't help but wonder what missions he'd served on.

And of course, whether or not he was actually fighting for good. In her opinion, most soldiers were villains waiting to happen. Vigilantes, bound to become evil and corrupt. It would be only a matter of time, if it hadn't happened yet. Archer followed up again after him, receiving a small little chest piece. His powers now under control, he looked as happy as could be.

"Teacher's pet," Vivian smirked, whispering under the breath. The white girl was next, walking into the room quietly. Vivian sat back, prepared for her to begin drawing smiles on the walls, and preaching about how if everyone was nice to each other, no one would need to fight.

Already, Vivian was rolling her eyes-- and the girl hadn't done anything yet!

The girl ripped her own arm off, and Vivian's mouth opened slightly, before twisting into a grin.

"That...That is fucking cool" Vivian chuckled. She watched eagerly as the girl threw her arm and destroyed the dummy with ease, and then, regrew the arm. It reminded her of a smartass she had seen at the movies a few years ago, able to regrow his hand and regenerate from just about anything.

Perhaps the little twerp wasn't that bad. Vivian had started to warm up to the kid, only to be pulled into a fierce, one armed hug.

"For fuck's sake!" Vivian cursed, stiffening as if she had been punched. "Can't I get some goddamn personal space around here? What is this, communism, now?!"

Vivian would have gotten up and sat somewhere else, had there been any empty seats left. Instead, she glared at the training room, wishing that she could burn a whole through it, set off the fire alarm, and escaped. This place was worse than hell -- heck, this place was worse than when she had to go to church with her nanny!

"Sick of this shit already," Vivian mumbled, closing her eyes and trying to imagine that she was anywhere but here.

Though, she supposed, it couldn't get much worse... It wasn't like they were all going to wear matching costumes, right? And eventually, she'd be able to leave this place. She'd go to England, get in with a new gang, and go back to doing what she did best: armed robbery.

She grinned a bit, fondly remembering the break-in that had made her name. On the security camera, they had caught footage of her, swearing under her breath as she stole Hope Diamond. Her hair had looked silver on the screen, and so, they had jokingly called her the Silver Curse. The name stuck. Only, now, of course, most people assumed that the curse had to do with her rage and hatred and thirst for revenge--not a swearing habit.

Guardians: Next Wave [A Science Fiction Superhero Roleplay!] [ACCEPTING!]

Maybe edit your post then and add it on?

Guardians: Next Wave [A Science Fiction Superhero Roleplay!] [ACCEPTING!]

Since I'm a bit OCD about lists and organization, could we maybe have a character list in the first post of OOC, listing people's names and power?

Guardians: Next Wave [A Science Fiction Superhero Roleplay!] [ACCEPTING!]

@Archmage MC Oh dear, that'll be fun! :D
Already giggling. It's so odd playing her, she's about the opposite of me in RL.

Hidden class (closed for now)

@CloseEnough pinging you here as I forgot to do so in the post!