Old Amsterdam

World of Light

@Lugubrious
Please feel free to skip me this round. Zer0's just going to be following the Courier and I don't like making posts just for the sake of getting XP for meaningless actions, y'know?

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

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Ali opened her eyes slowly. She'd been laying here for hours after having nightmares of her parents divorce. She didn't know what the nightmares were exactly, but the feelings leftover as she entered into consciousness, as well as the tear streaks on her face, were enough for her to figure it out.

She supposed part of all of this was her fault. She'd been the one to catch her father cheating. She just didn't understand why he'd done those things. Were they not good enough? Was she not good enough? Did they do something wrong?

She'd the last several hours pondering those questions. She didn't regret choosing her mother in the least. She loved her mother and her mother loved her. Sure they were in an apartment now, but it was a nice one. Not all cramped like some of the ones closer to the heart of the city.

Her mind returned to the look on her father's face when they'd left the day before. It scared her a little bit of a lot, if she was being honest with herself. He didn't know where they'd been going, mother had made Ali promise not to tell, but she felt like that didn't matter to him.

He'd kinda looked at them like they were the ones doing the bad things.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE —

She shut her alarm off suddenly, forcefully, as her heart pounded in her chest. She must've dozed off at some point. She glared daggers at the alarm clock, how dare it scare her so violently back into reality, before she pulled herself out bed.

Getting dressed was a chore. Starting a new school, she wanted to look at least halfway decent. First impressions mattered, no matter what people tried to say about not judging a book by its cover. That was crap. Everyone always judged by first impressions, and it could take forever to get people to look past their first impressions.

As she picked her outfit (See CS picture), she could smell breakfast from down below. Hurrying down, she started her day.

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Some time later, Ali was on her way to school. It wasn't a far walk, only about fifteen minutes, but she felt worried on so many levels. A new school, new home, new life. What was the worst that could happen?

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

The Community Strikes Back

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@PlatinumSkink@Spiffy@BCTheEntity@solokolos@Lemonzest1337
Chapter Two: The Rockers
As Creep called Broker, the phone was promptly picked up. As she began to request help, however, she was promptly over talked as the man explained that the Community was attacking everybody and they had their own problems to deal with.

The call to her allies connected to everyone, at least. Though not everyone gave any indication of agreement.

Inside, the building was threatening to collapse as it took more damage from something further in. Most everyone had evacuated at this point, though Swarm and his ally had apparently elected to stay and fight. Several arrows shot out through the wall at the two, stopped by Swarm's influence.

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@Belladonna@Lemonzest1337@Yoshua171@Ambrosine
(Open invitation to Independents to get involved)
Chapter Three: The City
As Sylph declared her challenge, looking towards the thud she had heard, a grisly sight met her eyes. A young girl, maybe 10 years in age, lay in a crumpled heap. Surrounded by blood, her limbs in awkward angles, bones protruding from flesh. It was a terrible sight, made all the worse by the knowledge that the girl must've seized when she looked out the window to see what was going on below.

Would Sylph blame herself for not preventing the girl's death? There was no guarantee that the child had died on impact.

However, their was no reply from Eyeblight. Where was he?

From above, Outsider could see the villain was off to the side, across the electrical lines going towards a cafe. In a moment the villain entered the building...

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As Metanoia prepared herself, Celia glanced at the chunk of shield she held in her hands. As Abaddon began to rise into view, she flicked the bone plate at the cape before charging in closer to Meta to engage. She struck out with a snap jab towards Meta's chest, her other arm flicking out to grab the changer’s left sword.

Down below, Lamprey pulled out a handgun, before firing a clip up at Abaddon.

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@Crusader Lord
Chapter Four: The Girl
At Allison's words, the PA system went quiet. Deathly quiet.

More gunfire erupted at her, and she could hear a small sound as it cut off abruptly. Was something bouncing along the floor closer to her?

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Lillian closed her eyes, her jaw clenched, and her fingers curling into fists as she focused on her breathing. She only stopped when Colin was unconscious. Stepping forward, she unhooked his game console from the plug, pulling out the power cord, and proceeded to pull his hands behind his back. Pulling out one of the PRT handcuffs, she cuffed him and then tied his feet together, winding the cord around the chain of the cuffs while she was at it. It wouldn't pull, but it would ensure that he wasn't going to be getting up and making problems if he awoke before someone got to him.

And who knew how long that could take? With the entire department busy? She could barely believe that they had to deal with Protean. Her heart hurt at the thought before she took a deep breath.

"We need to get him outside. I can't do anything inside except get in the way. We know he'll beat us in hand to hand. Outside I can go Mega. Or at least in the training room. We can do this.... Together." Her voice was small, quiet but audible, as she swallowed and stepped forward. "He might've taught us a lot, but he didn't teach us everything we know."

After a moment of hesitation, she stepped out of the room.

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Jason

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Jason, as soon as Sofia and CB were clear, took off at a sprint towards the villain. With a light push off his power he vaulted over the would be rambler, spinning around upon landing to lash out with his fist.

Murder for Fun and Profit: Mercenaries in London

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Ali arrived a mere minute after the last two mercs coming for the mission, reading in the view in front of her as she walked up.

The Second CDA Response and Refugee Centre was a busy busy place. Forklifts and trucks rumbled back and forth, marked with the CDA’s distinctive triangle signange. White and yellow was everywhere, shouts and commands mixed in with the noise of machinery. A squat helicopter sat on a cleared out space that, if one was generous, could be called a helipad, a woman with a clipboard and earpiece rapidly coming to the gate as Ali approached. Business as usual, really, for the few times she worked with them.

“FOR THE JOB?” The woman shouted over the roar of the facility.

“Aye," Ali replied, equally as loud. The woman consulted her clipboard for a second, then swiped an ID card through a door and lead her through. From there they went to some sort of reception, where a few details were tapped into a computer and a plastic lanyard was handed over to her. All official like. Ali accepted the lanyard quietly, winking at the woman

“Wear that on your persons whenever you’re in this facility. If you don’t, security is going to have words with you. Wait here for more mercenaries, and you’ll get a briefing before you’re up in the air.”

Stepping forward, it seemed that she was the forth one to show. Not a bad looking team, all things considered. What interested her, however, was not the dozing guy or the girl cleaning her weapon for what looked like the millionth time. No, it was the woman with one fancy looking rifle and the earbuds.

Setting herself down next to the woman, Ali pulled out her own rifle for a quick spot check. Making sure her scope hadn't shifted or been knocked out of focus, a quick check that she was good on ammunition. A check off her pistol. She nodded to herself, holding her sniper close as she leaned back and settled in to wait.

If her guess was right, it looked like she wasn't the only sniper to accept the job. A grin slipped across her face at the thought.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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Torrent looked at the water, thinking. Trying to use her Scale Shift with water had turned her mildly... Transparent? It made her a lighter color, at any rate. Maybe she could work with that later to become invisible proper...

And then everything changed. She was terrified, she was going to die, and this was —

It was over. As quickly as it had came it was over. And one word stuck in her mind, even over the exploded mountain and the intimidation presence of the... Thing.

Someone had prayed.

"WHO. DID. IT?" Her voice was clear, but full of danger. "I told you not to pray. I TOLD YOU THE DEMON KING WARNED ME. Now who just tried to kill us all?"

She activated her Scale Shift on the ground beneath her feet instinctively, blending herself as her blood thundered through her as the flight response turned to fight.

"We were supposed to be safe to grow."

World of Light

Zer0

Level 2 - (12/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard
Word Count: 316

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The moment the robo-scout's spirit slipped inside him, an incredible energy filled him. It flowed through every circuit, pumped through every vein, and suffused every cell—not the pain of burning, or the shock of electrocution, but a pure influx of energizing vitality. To onlookers, it appeared as though his body softened, becoming malleable as liquid while maintaining its shape. A split second, his particles re-coalesced, but each with an essentially different aspect. The assassin didn't lose a part of himself, but had become something more than he had been.

And it made him feel power.

He looked down, more curious than surprised at the changes to his legs. They looked... Kinda shitty, honestly. But they feel better, in a way, like there was more to them.

His visor lit up, not red but blue, with an emote as he looked across the way towards where the Courier had ran off to.

>:]

In a second he took off, running at a dead sprint. Nimbly he stepped around his slower allies, darting past them with far superior speed that had only increased in the last few moments. As he came upon the hill he jumped, launching himself higher than he ever had on his own before, and found himself jumping a second time in thin air! With deadly efficiency he drew his sniper, slamming in one of the rounds from the ammo case he'd gotten, and fired the shot into the pile left behind by the cloaked figure.

As his jump turned into downward momentum he drew his sword, disappearing from view. The only thing visible from his landing was the sudden flurry of strikes against the downed robots. He reappeared, his sword poking through the wreckage, with one foot on top of the pile and a hand on his hip.

"Turn to ash and die.
My sword cleaves, executing
Even Badasses."

World of Light

Zer0

Level 2 - (11/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard
Word Count: 216

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Zer0 observed the wreckage of the enemy as he stood atop a mound of debris and dead robots, his sword slung over his shoulder as if he was posing. Was he posing? Yeah, he definitely was.

How had swiveled back towards where they had came, however, as chaos erupted by the sniper and healer. That wasn't acceptable! No sir, not at all.

You know what they say. A Vault Hunters work was never done. He'd need to go help out secure the position and the loot, but first he had something he needed to do.

He grabbed two random spirits after sheathing his sword, crushing one (eradicator) as he had seen the Courier do earlier. In his other hand (scout), however, an odd thought occurred as he wondered what else could be done with these strange things. Surely they weren't just loot boxes? Maybe they could be more than that.

He brought it up closer to his chest, trying to see if he couldn't insert it into his suit like an upgrade, when suddenly it just went in him. Not the suit, but straight in as if it had just became a part of him.

"This may have been a
Bad idea. What the fuck
Did that thing just do?"

Murder for Fun and Profit: Mercenaries in London

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Ali was awoken from her dozing from her phone vibrating. A specific kind of vibrating. With a grin she pulled out the device to see who was looking to hire.

Mhmm. Pale Horse. She liked their jobs, normally, and the promise of a decent payout was definitely up her alley. She waited a few moments, however, because the CDA practically always made a counter offer. Sometimes it was more lucrative for her personal skill set. Mostly it was crap, though, in her opinion. But a job was a job.

Sure enough her phone vibrated again with a counter offer. Same pay, either way, but the CDA was offering 20% up front.

Things just got interesting. She had a choice this time. Attack or defend, the money was the same.

But.... Having the advantage of defending from a secure location was the better option for her. Plus that 20% up front was a little more tempting. She tapped to accept the job from the CDA, pulling herself to her feet and pulling out her single earbud. Best not to make it clear who she'd accepted in a situation like this.

Slinging Lisa over her shoulder, she went to get ready for departure.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Hero Name:
Midnight

Civilian Name:
Allison “Ali” Lillian Chambers

Age:
14

Hero Appearance:

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8 meters long. Think Toothless in size.

Civilian Appearance:

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Ali stands at 5'4" with bright, innocent blue eyes.

Power(s):
Ali can turn into a small, fast, agile dragon of black coloring with vivid blue eyes tinged with orange around the slits of the pupils.

In this form she has the basic dragon physical capabilities, tooth and claw and limited flight.

She also has a steam breath, able to produce it in a directed stream or an AoE visibility denial. She can also produce it from her nostrils for an attempt at an intimidation factor.