Old Amsterdam

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Jason

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Jason laughed, a soulless sound reverberating in the lull between Chatterbox's speech and Heartless moving to the roof. He felt his powers leave him, and he laughed. As if that would stop him!

The drone was destroyed, the were effectively taking care of these kids... It really was a blast.

"Poor children. You have no idea what you're dealing with. You can't beat us. You can't beat me. This field of yours? It means nothing. Nothing!" Jason added his voice, continuing with the destruction of their moral. "Leave now, while you're still in one piece. I don't want to have to break children."

With a grin and a grunt, Jason lifted one of the lighter crates, maybe 150 pounds at most, and heaved it in the direction Chatterbox at shot at.

"I can do this all day, kiddos."

Then the wall practically exploded inside, with a... Thing coming through with it.
"What the fuck is that?"

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Lillian hesitated after Messiah's orders as the man started talking again. It was almost like... He was talking to her. But, he couldn't be? Could he?

"I can't believe this, is the PRT really so desperate that they're sending in 8 year olds now? Pathetic."

Lillian spun around, her heart racing, releasing a shuddering breath when there was nothing there. A Stranger? Or maybe... Gah, she had no idea anymore.

"What's have you got kid? Can you throw temper tantrums at the speed of sound? Oh, let me guess. You can cry so hard that your tears can shoot through metal. You're out of your league kid, go home and stop trying to play hero."

Lillian sank to the ground, overwhelmed as more and more talking, berating, rubble, crashing...

Tears ran down her face as she held her head in her hands, shaking it back and forth while stuttering "No... No... No..." repeatedly under her breath. She drew in a hitching breath as her world began collapsing around her. Again.

Worthless. Not a hero. Waste of space. She should just die. Ugly. Stupid. Idiotic.

Just disappear. Go away. Better off dead.

She should just die. She was worthless alive. Just...

"JUST DIE!" she screamed, running off of the side of the roof. With a thunk she landed on a stack of shipping containers before continuing her path down. Jump, roll on landing, run. She skidded around the corner of the building before she let out a strangled yell. "I'M DONE! DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE!" she yelled, her voice gaining strength. "I WON'T LET YOU TAKE AWAY WHAT MATTERS! NEVER AGAIN. NEVER... AGAIN... I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY!"

Lillian ran to the backdoor of the warehouse, standing there with a crazed look in her eyes as she took in the Jacks.

"Do you know what happens when you corner an animal?" she asked just loud enough to be heard, her voice eerily calm. "They go RAWRRRRRRR!"

In the midst of the roar, Lillian transformed. In her place stood a 12 foot tall dinosaur that looked like a mix between a Trex and a Velociraptor, her roar becoming an overriding sound that drowned out all speech going on.

With another roar she charged forward, straight through the room with her tail flinging around as she tried to hit any of them by any means necessary.

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Dia

9am - Gym

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Dia had just smiled meekly in return to Felix's assurances.

Now she was changing, taking her time. She didn't want to go out there and... She caught a glimpse of frost of her locker and shuddered slightly. Yeah, this was going to go amazingly , she could feel it now.

With a sigh she finished up, putting her hair in a ponytail, and walking into the gym proper. Felix was already there, of course. So was Kanako, with... Dia made a face. She still couldn't remember some of these other kids.

She sighed again, a light fog coming from her mouth and making her shut it, her jaw muscles drawing tight.

Making her way to Felix, she rubbed her arms nervously.

"...." she looked down before speaking in a low voice. "...Keep them safe from me..."

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@BCTheEntity
NPCs WIPs

El Gato

El Gato

Once a child living in the slums, El Gato (formerly Julio Ahnyet) harnessed his rage at a young age. He became obsessed with becoming rich, and quickly became obsessed with Assassination work by the age of twelve.

It was supposed to be easy.

... But it wasn't. Gato lost his left eye, and was given almost no help by the assassin who had hired him.

Time passed, he had a replacement cybernetic eye installed, he became an assassin proper, and began climbing the ranks.

Mostly human, he's had minor cybernetic work done to increase his reflexes and strength, preferring to use close combat and unconventional weaponry to achieve his goals.

At the current time, he's sitting at Rank 15 comfortably, enjoying the cash flow after having gone hands off with Allison and returning to his own life.

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*Pats*

Anyways, I'll look to post tomorrow.

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@Regitnui@Zelosse

No.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Outside Minutemen HQ

@Spiffy@AngelofOctober

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As the two men conversed outside of the HQ, they were interrupted by a series of sounds from the HQ. Almost like...

Laser pistols from Star Wars, actually, followed by a series of cracks and crashes.

What in world was G4M3R up to in there?

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The Minutemen

Tragedy at HQ!
@yoshua171@Gardevoiran@ProPro

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As the Minutemen expressed their suspicions Kyoshi's phone vibrated. A quick look would show it was from their HQ!

As soon as the call was answered, G4M3R started speaking quickly before anyone could get a word in.

"Guys, I need you back here, now. I... We've been attacked." There was a solid thunk as if something heavy had been dropped, followed by a string of grumbling. "It's all ruined..." he said angrily.

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Upon reaching the HQ, the Minutemen would see nothing obviously wrong from the outside, minus Gabriel talking with... Someone?

Heading inside, however, would display the destruction G4M3R had spoken of. The side of the young man's face was coated in fresh blood, though it definitely didn't appear life threatening, and he was picking up pieces upon pieces of his technology. It appeared that every Tinker made object that had existed in the HQ was now... Trash.

The HQ itself was a disaster of parts. But right in clear view of the front door sat a golden card on top of a pile of parts arranged like a pedestal.

You've been Sabotaged! was the words stamped onto the front of the card in black lettering.

"I'll never forgive you for this, Sabotage..."

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Whipstitch

@t2wave

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They were near. They were in her territory.
How dare they?

Standing on a roof nearby, she looked around. Down. Woman. Harassed? Her fingers twitched as the man walked away. Bastard. Dirty, ugly, broken piece of filth.

He needed to be punished. Horrible people deserved what came to them.

But... Dammit, she had bigger barf to clean up.

With a twirl a length of string reached across the small gap in the street, growing... Hardening... Snip!

She giggled, loudly, as she started scurrying across the bright blue walkway, swinging around it a few times in excitement.

"Better run, girly girl woman!" She called down in a fevered pitch. "Things gonna get scary. Don't need you getting hurt, you strong woman you."

She stepped onto the roof across the street from where she started, moving quickly towards the other side. Noises on the inside alerted her to an unexpected situation arising inside.

"No, no. Bad little men. You are supposed to be mine. Mine. All mine. Who are you to be worked up before I get there? Who are you to do anything but what I want? How dare you pack up in my territory, without my permission? Buckle up you fucking fucks." She muttered furiously before swinging in through a roof access door.

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@RoccanIronclad
I'm practically banging the GMPC. Close enough.

But nah, I'm just an excited one. That and I get into trolly moods like this.

But in seriousness, I look forward to what you come up with.

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@RoccanIronclad@Zelosse
The power to manipulate mud. Sub of Earth.

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I like pretzels.

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@RoccanIronclad
Nope. Got a bit everything at this point.