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In Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only] → 1 mo ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
“I saw my father today, and for the second time, he told me...he told me that the Devil is inside of me. And now I say, in front of God, that...I think he’s right.”


Hands trembling, Bruce buttoned up his labcoat with some difficulty. It was Monday, his first day back on the job since the accident. He barely remembered anything since he’d met his father a couple days ago. He knew he took the shuttle here as usual. He wasn’t hungry so he must have eaten something. He was there and now he was here. Despite it being his first day back no one had said anything to him. Not too odd, it’s not like he hadn’t been around. Easier to just leave things as they are, as normal as possible. Yet that could not be said either. He felt like he was being stared at. Turning to see eyes moving away from him. Like they saw the rot inside him he was trying to hide away.

He went into his lab. He’d barely sat down when Talbot said, “Er, Bruce...shouldn’t you be at Stern’s? I heard the experiment’s happening today.”

Bruce sheepishly ran his hand over his face, only to pause. Looking up at Talbot vacantly, he murmured, “What?”

“You should probably get there sooner rather than later.” Talbot’s irritation was abrasive. Looking to see the others in the lab watching him expectantly, Bruce shuffled out of the lab without even an apology. His already burdened mind was sinking.

“Hey Bruce,” came a call from the hall as he walked. Bruce looked to the man vacantly. He’d never spoken to him before in his life. “Normal time tomorrow?” He gave a thumbs up. Bruce, half on reflex half in a hope and a prayer to be left alone, mimed his motion. Full of vertigo he felt like he was going to throw up he went on through spinning halls. Entering Stern’s lab he saw the man himself shuffling through a few papers. “S-sorry I’m late.”

Sterns paused, taking of his glasses as he gave Bruce a hard look. “I don’t like a man who apologizes a lot. It reeks of attempts to annul personal agency and accountability. Besides, your work was done. I’m glad you’re here for what I hope is to be a victory lap.” Bruce felt as though he was walking on the ceiling, one step at a time. “Come, Tala’s in the next room.”

Bruce followed as Sterns moved on. Entering the dim chamber, he saw a woman in a black dress bent over the ground. Four machines like floodlights were positioned around a dense magic circle that might have been drawn in blood. Bruce felt bile in his throat.

“Glad you could join us Mr. Banner. To have two projects come together in such short time, aren’t you a lucky one~” Putting a bowl of red liquid on a nearby table, she said, “We’re almost ready to begin.” Following Bruce’s eyes, she added with a giggle, “It’s only the blood of a goat.”

Trying to distract himself, Bruce focused on the floodlights. He’d seen them before, in his notes. Drafts of small gamma emitters, which he thought could be used for sanitation through flash bursts of radiation that would dissipate in no time. He’d discarded the idea for cost and impracticality, and yet here they were. He had a feeling it wasn’t to decontaminate the surfaces.

Clearing his throat, his voice was weak as he muttered, “What do we need to start?”

With a slight curl to the lips, Sterns observed. “You didn’t seem to enthused earlier, but I suppose it’s hard not to get a little excited as two flavors of our natural world are blended to uncover something quite novel.”

Sweat beading on his forehead, Bruce turned away as he tried to grapple with with the one who’d been here in his form. He hadn’t remembered at all. Was he drunk? Had he taken Doc Samson’s substance recommendations after… There was a knock on the lab door. Tala invited in a blonde man with ears deformed by physical activity. He seemed on edge but excited. “This shit is fucking crazy.”

“Oh we have not even begun my dear.” She began to guide him onto the circle.

“Are we really doing this?” Bruce blurted out. He felt his heart in his ears. His face was hot.

Sterns sat down near a control panel. “Banner, we’ve been working on this for the better part of two weeks. It’s a bit late in the process to be getting cold feet.”

“Do you know what’s going to happen?” Bruce spoke before Sterns had even finished, looking to Blonsky.

“Yeah man, I already had a say-ance with, uh, Belphagor? Or one of his boys. We’re both getting what we want, that’s how these things work.”

Bruce’s jaw hung open. “I don’t think that’s how these things work.”

Tala gently chided him. “I am quite curious as to how you think they go, but it’s not my first time consorting with devils. They have a logic and psychology to them as all things do in the universal weave of consciousness. The deal has already been struck, and if we do not fulfill our end of the bargain, well...let’s not dally much longer.”

Blonsky stepped into the circle as Bruce fell back, leaning against the wall to keep himself from collapsing. Tala held her arms out and began to chant, each word carrying the weight sin, pressing on Bruce’s ears. Stern’s worked off of a tablet computer, wires leading to the four gamma emitters that flashed in their operation. And Bruce was two weeks too late to stop anything.

From the red light came wisps of white. The spectral energy flowed about Blonsky, who screamed. His skin split and more blood spilled. Muscles grew into sinewy flesh and bones splintered into new bones. They sublimated into layers of green flesh. Every flex of the arm was like watching a car driving gravel into the asphalt while watching from underneath. His security guard uniform was subsumed into the form. His ears became pointed, his mouth full of endless teeth. The Abomination spoke.

“In this day and age I now traverse,
with souls of men beset by moss.
I hear your plea, for life’s converse:
and so I’ll take the one called Ross.”
In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 1 mo ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wheels peeling down the interstate, the two masked men closed in on the skeletal behomoth. Red and blue lights flashed in the distance while cars moved out of the way, horns blaring. Chad tapped his hand on Wildcat’s shoulder. “Stop fast!”

“What?”

“Throw me!” Wildcat processed before catching his intent. Gripping hard, he stopped, the motorcycle shifting to its front wheel with a grinding screech. The back vaulted up and Chad kicked off, hurtling through the air. Landing on his shoulder in front of the ruined manticore, Chad bounded to his feet, his white and magenta left fist cracking out like a thunderclap. “Brazo Izquierdo del Diablo.” Striking a grazing blow against the manticore’s skull, a chunk was gouged out, the air reverberating with the force of the blow. A nearby car shifted from the pressure. The manticore stopped, cowed. Its tail was curled on the ground, paws straight, head reared back. A few moments later, the motorcycle arrived, Wildcat looking on. Chad stepped forward to the terrified creature.

He raised his hand, and to his vision and his alone a number of white ribbons unfurled in the air. It was a technique he’d learned from his friend Uryu but never had the opportunity to utilize: the ability to sense the spiritual energy of others in the form of these ribbons. One drew a path over to Ted, and anther to the manticore. He had to confirm it. The representative colors of the reiraku spirit ribbons would change based on the type of spirit. Soul Reapers were red, Hollows and Arrancar black, and spirits a light blue.

The ribbon leading to the manticore was white. It lacked most of its flesh and organs, and yet it moved and acted as though alive. It was alive. It was as much an animal as the stray cat that nuzzled against him this morning. He had not registered enough myth to recognize its prior form, but he wondered what strength and majesty had been there before. It whined, its growl low. Chad could not tell what forces were keeping it active, but the terrified creature had relented to its fate. It opened its skeletal mouth. “K-kill me.”

Chad looked to Wildcat. “Did you hear that?”

Chad clenched his fist. The beast, slowing down, had made its choice. Chad wracked his brains but no better ideas came to mind. “Who...did this?”

The manticore let out a low whine. “Man. Diablo.” Wildcat echoed his words, but the manticore had no elaboration. It lowered its head, begging. Chad looked around to see many eyes on him. Confusion. Anger. Fear. They reminded him what he was there for. His fist had never taken a life before, yet to hesitate would only lead to more suffering. The sirens of police cars were continuing to encroach, and even in what limited body language he could read Chad could tell the manticore was only holding itself back for fear of him. Chad approached, raising his left fist. “La Muerte.”
“What next? Going back home?” Wildcast asked over the hum of the motorcycle.

“Arrepentimiento. Tsugunai... Find him. The Devil.”

“You know where to look?”

“No.”

“Well, that won’t be easier then. Tell you what, keep in touch. You’re new to the superhero thing, but I have a feeling you’ll work it out, with a little help of course.”

“Superhero?”

“…”

Chad rolled the fingers of his left fist. “I am not a hero.”
In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Claws clacked against the pavement as a host of cars stopped dead like mice desperately trying to avoid the attention of a cat. Indeed, it’s body was that of a large lion, occasional parts of flesh still attached, sinewy muscle red and flexing as it tugged along the forelegs with too little flesh to reasonably support it. Yet the head was not feline, nor was the tail. A human skull rested on the neck, far too long and a shade too bestial. It was like that of a neanderthal or other primitive man. Strands of hair remained on it rounded features, as did shards of cheek flesh. It was pink as though blood was flowing despite having nowhere to go on the rest of the surface that was made of bleached bone. A ways down, a shattered police car still flashed its lights, blood marking the street.

Practiced legs leaping, the dark form of the Wildcat landed on the hood of a nearby vehicle. “Jesus criminy Christmas Christ. What hellhole did you spawn out of?” It turned to him and growled, but Wildcat pounced first. A fist that had struck out a thousand thousand times made true, flesh meeting bone. It was a familiar sound: one and two. He watched the whole of the monster shake beneath the blows. Cracks formed on the surface unguarded by flesh. A growl came from a mouth without vocal chords, and a chitinous tail reared up from behind. The appendage was shattered, the interior surgically removed. But the stinger, cracked as it might have been, still had its point. Wildcat grimaced, bracing himself for the blow, hands out to catch.

Another form jumped in front. A large muscular back took up his vision. There was a loud snap, like a massive branch caught in between the tires of a big rig. The tail reeled back, shattered. The man had put an arm up in front of him, the black and magenta limb wide at and past the forearm, like a massive shield was growing out of it with fingers at the bottom curled into a fist. The other arm, held back closer to Wildcat, was white and magenta, a long spike jutting up out of the shoulder. The manticore skeleton rattled and ran, bashing against a few cars in its retreat. “Hollow ka? Ja nakute. bakemono ka?”

“I had it!” Wildcat snarled, Chad turning to look at him. The man was currently baring the brown of his torso to the world, the black tank top from before awkwardly wrapped about his face in a makeshift disguise.

“Sorry but...it was dangerous.”

“What?! You speak English?”

Chad held up his white and magenta hand, wiggling it in a gesture of inability. “Not good.”

Not much worse than my Spanish... Wildcat shook his head. “It’s getting away, let’s get going!”

Tearing through the highway, eyes from stopped cars followed as they chased. They only needed to follow the screeches of tires and honking of horns to know where to go. Reaching an intersection while failing to look both ways, a motorcycle streaked at them, screeching as it tried to slow down. Chad lowered his arm, the motorcycle bashing into it and flipping over. The left hand reached out, deftly snagging the rider by the collar of their coat. The pull against the rest of their body was mitigated as Chad pulled the motion inwards, pulling his arm back and spinning a bit, feet stopping as he gently let the rider down, unharmed. The motorcycle clattered to a halt, a little battered but intact.

Shaky hands removing her helmet, the rider asked, “I’m sorry! Are you good?”

Chad waved her concerns away. “Fine. Happened before, years ago. Can’t carry you to...hospitál this time.”

From a few feet away, Wildcat lifted the motorcycle back up, the engine still running. “Mind if we borrow your ride?”
In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Derision. Confusion. Disappointment. Anger. Chad bore it all, words from a tongue that was not his bouncing off his form that deflected so much like rain from an umbrella.

The bright lights of the Los Angeles Arena did not offer any warmth in the ring. Even into round 4. The blaze had yet to start. His opponent, Rodrigo Manzanilla was his challenger for the World Heavyweight title, and his talent was unmistakable. Technical to the core, Chad had taken every one of his blows, while Rodrigo had ducked away from him at even the slightest twitch. In the last round he hadn’t even adopted a defensive stance, just taking every hit as they came. He hadn’t felt a thing. He knew Rodrigo wasn’t weak, but he wasn’t trying to win by brute force. In his decade and a half long career Chad had never lost by any form of KO. It was the smart play: be cautious and win by decision. Chad let his coach’s words go in one ear and out the other. His ears were already full. The frozen muscles in his shoulders wanted to burn so brightly.

The bell rang. Chad sat up past his coach, long steps taking him right to Rodrigo. His arms were still at his sides. A roar of boos came but it too failed to shake his heart. Rodrigo threw a jab that bounced against the hair on Chad’s jaw. Chad threw an uppercut that ripped through the air like a gun. It didn’t even touch his opponent, yet a moment later he started to bleed, a cut forming down the side of his chin. He hadn’t even noticed, because Chad had already turned around completely. Reaching down, he took the towel off of his coach’s shoulders before tossing it over his shoulder to the ring behind him. The announcers gave word of Rodrigo’s victory as his side came in to tend to the wound that splattered the ring with blood.

Jeers taunted him as he left the ring. They couldn’t have hurt him any more than that uppercut had upon himself. “Lo siento, abuelo.”
The Big Cat Boxing Gym was as dingy as ever. While it was kept perfectly clean, the aged equipment gave it a rusty sort of feeling. Still, it was small and the equipment it did have was far from the standard when it came to the world stage. Yet Chad was here, a towel draped over his face as he laid back, arms crossed behind the back of his head while his feet were kicked up atop a loose tote.

After what must have been hours, a hand pulled the towel off of his face, revealing his stern mug to the outside world again. The bright blue eyes of Theodore Grant stared down at him, but their firmness didn’t stay for long. <“That show last night. Did you come to my Gym because of a plan?”>

Chad unfurled his arms, his eyes widening slightly. <“You speak Spanish?”>

Ted grimaced, knowing full well his words came like gravel caught in a tire. <“Not in a long time.”> Pulling up a seat, he cracked open a Bud before offering one to Chad, who took it but only held it.

<“I didn’t mean to hurt your reputation.”>

Ted gave a dark laugh and took a swig. <“Nothing you do could ever hurt me there.”>

Chad let out a low sigh, before admitting. <“There’s a toy store near here, and a restaurant I was recommended. The other gyms were further away.”>

Ted was incredulous. <“Toy store? You have a kid?”>

<“Squishmallows are nice. I want a custom one.”>

Ted raised his eyebrows before taking a sip. Tapping his fingers on his bottle, his curiosity got the better of him. <“What happened back there? I’ve never heard of a champion walking away from their title belt like that.”>

Chad’s facial expression shifted subtly. He slipped his feet off the tote and leaned forward, His shoulders seemed heavy. <“I...saw myself in him. I didn’t like it.”>

<“The way I see it, the one not trying in there was you. It’s not fun to watch, but Rodrigo’s fighting style is acceptable.”>

<“I know that. I’m the one in the wrong. I used to like boxing.”>

Liquid swished around Ted’s bottle as he swayed it lightly. <“You can retire. You had a career longer than most. Your body should have fallen apart ages ago but you’re built like...> a tank.” His dip into English seemed to be understood. Chad lowered into silence, contemplating Ted’s words.

Stepping away, Ted heard a familiar faint chirping, heading another room over and cracking open the closet where he kept his police scanner. Taking another sip, he poked a hand in and raised the volume.

“Route 66, we have an officer down! Monster on the street, some...skeletal...creature!” The exclamation was followed by a scream that sent ice down Ted’s spine. “What in the hell?” Fingers tapping on his bottle in contemplation, he heard a rustling, Chad rushing for the door. Paranoid old heart thumping, he called, “Hey, you better not be going where I think you’re going!” The words went of deaf ears. With a growl, Ted chugged the last of his bottle and let it clatter to the ground as he pushed the door open further, revealing a full black jumpsuit, hood modeled after a black cat. “Not this shit again.” he muttered, even as his lips failed to conceal a smile.
In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
D I A B L O
D I A B L O

"Este poder...es mi orgullo."
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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Sado “Chad” Yasutora
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40 | Japanese/Mexican

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T
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P O S T C A T A L O G U E
P O S T C A T A L O G U E
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1.01 - Not So Hollow Part 1
1.02 - Not So Hollow Part 2
1.03 - Not So Hollow Part 3
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
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Twenty-three years ago, the world as we know it almost ended. Mass destruction of souls tipped the metaphysical balance in ways that would have collapsed the cycle of life and death, creating a world with neither. It may have been a better world, especially for those who fear death, but it was averted. Things did and still do remain as they are. Chad did not save the world himself, but he was there supporting his friends along the way, recognized for it in some ways as others went unnoticed, and that was fine. Since then he’s found footing in a boxing career, becoming world renown after more than a decade in the ring.

But for all his strength, he has so much buried within that hasn’t seen the light of day. The part of him that burns to fight has grown cold as hard fists are covered in padded gloves. The part of him that flourishes from helping others has withered under the spotlight. The devils in his shoulders are whispering to him to seek something more, and he is one chance encounter away from listening.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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An off-handed reference to Bleach in the Discord channel discussing this experimental game in this lineage left me wondering: how could I make it work? While most of the setting would be relatively difficult to incorporate due to its deliberate distance from Earth’s society and human perception, Chad is what’s called a Fullbring, and can use his powers without turning into a ghost that’s invisible to most people like the majority of the rest of the cast. And he’s also Chad. Bleach is a favorite story of mine, but in a cast of phenomenal characters, Chad is at once among the main cast and is only passably fine. The 'Yamcha' of Bleach, if you will. Part of my aim would be to expand and focus on a relatively secondary character in the source material. An angle with which to do that is his age. Comics are cyclical, rebooting characters and moving their storylines forward in time (Captain America was once displaced from WWII by only a couple decades…). But manga start, go for their length, and end, with really popular ones continuing on in some fashion (Bleach included as we wait for its continuation after a tease several years ago now). To represent this, I set the Bleach timeline at exactly the length it is in canon. The main conflict of Bleach concluded in 2003 over 20 years ago, the epilogue set 10 years later too long over. While he has so much context to his backstory, in the RP he’s a gentle giant who’s boxing career is leaving him cold, his superhero career being born out of an intersection of the fighting he enjoys (at odds with his defensive pacifism) and the kindness and will to help others that are so central to who he is. In rediscovering the self he hasn’t touched since high school, he’ll rediscover the strength he tempered alongside his friends, and perhaps see some inner devils along the way.
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In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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That would actually be great and incredibly helpful for me.
Awesome! I will write up my second post by this weekend and PM both to you, plus anything else I might feel is important to mention.
In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Speaking of getting Ghost Rider started, I just want to check with Pacifista and Hillan whether you have anything in mind for Jubilee, or if you're okay with me having her vamped-up as a supporting character for my run?
Neither of us has any plans for her, so run wild!

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I genuinely don't know enough about Bleach to be comfortable accepting this sheet into the game. While I trust you as a writer, this is feeling outside the bounds of my comfort and limits as a GM.

If anyone else wants to weigh in, I'd be happy to listen, but I've been mulling a response for several days now, and I keep coming back to no.
That's completely fair. If you have anything specific you want to ask (like about wider setting implications), I can do my best. I also have a first post done, so if you'd like I can finish the follow up that concludes the section and PM them to you if you want to get the vibe for how my take reads.
In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
If there's any trepidation over this one for any reason (like my game activity, or setting questions regarding source material) don't hesitate to reach out, I agree that it's odd, but I'm pretty confident in the concept.

In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
“Robbie! What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were helping someone move in the next town over.”

A brown pair of eyes flickered in between the small crown of men standing around the pool table in the otherwise dead and dusty midday bar. “We got done early, thought I’d stop by.”

Leaning down to line up a shot, Joe said, “Fixing to play? Well, you can hop in next round. Shouldn’t be too long now.” Tongue slipping to the edge of his mouth in focus, he made his shot, the cue ball clipping the 7 and sending it spinning to rattle around the corner. Mouthing a swear, he stepped back as the next player swooped in.

“We were trading ghost stories. Leo’s son was nosing around with the Acra Manor. Said he heard screaming.”

“The place up on the hill?” Robbie asked, leaning in and pretending to be interested in the pool game.

Joe’s eyes narrowed only to soften after a moment of thought. “Right, you’re newer. Some old money used to live there. He was linked to some missing persons some years ago but the charges were dropped. Shady as all hell. He was always rumored to keep gold in his walls but he died a few years back. The police poke in once in a while but they’ve never found anything weird, and I’ve never heard of someone who broke in and came back. We’re thinking the missing people are still there, in spirit.”

A clatter came from the pool table. Leo slammed his fist on the edge. “Not while I’m lining up my shot!”

“Shit, not like you were making it anyway.” Sliding in to take his turn, Joe continued, “I was gonna mention the bodies they found under the old school when I was a kid-”

“Again?” blurted the third party, a somewhat younger black man looking up from his phone. Daniel got a nasty look before Joe leaned down, the mood sour as he took his shot, sinking the 7 and moving to take the 8.

“Okay, we can change the subject. You heard about the guy rampaging in Huntsville? They keep saying ‘EVO’ whatever the fuck that’s supposed to be. Nanites? Seriously? But they’re not even pretending it’s not really just about mutants. That magnet fucker was all about ‘evolution’.” Danny shook his head. Joe’s nostrils flared. “Hey, I’m not saying all mutants are a problem, I just don’t think those libs in the government care about the truth over whatever political correctness wins at the polls.”

Leo scoffed. “Yeah, what are you going to do, stretch your earlobes at us?”

As Leo and Joe chortled, Robbie stepped over, grabbing Joe as he moved to shoot and banging his head down on the table. Wrestling with the stunned man, he forced open his jaw and clamped in down on the corner, raising his elbow and dropping it. In an instant, there were more teeth on the table then pool balls. It was pure violence, that which was resting behind Joe’s benign words, that so many would gladly evoke if they were beyond recourse.

“You there Robbie?” Joe asked, holding out the usual cue stick. Leo was putting the balls back into position as Danny went off to grab his own stick for a fresh Scotch Doubles.

Snapping back, Robbie reached his hand out, but ultimately pulled back. “Nah, I dropped something on my foot earlier and it’s starting to hurt. Next time?”

Joe gave a hapless shrug. “Alright then, next time it is.”

With one last look at the group, those brown eyes fell onto Robbie, flaring with anger for a moment before he left the bar. Out on the street in the muggy day, he turned a few corners, then into an alleyway before shrinking a few inches and narrowing considerably. His dirty blonde hair became long and brown with a shock of white running through the front. Fishnets over her black top, her face was stiff as she processed her instinct for violence. She didn’t think it was undeserved: this area was full of racist slimeballs. But that was secondary. The doormat laying down and taking it was what really bothered her. The passivity in a place where action was needed instead. But she hadn’t acted either. It wasn’t who she was anymore. She was out for herself. She’d gone Rogue long ago.
Spinning a wad of cash that was pinched between his thumb and finger, Remy gave a light smile as Anne approached. Recognizing an aggression in her step, she slowed her roll, hoping her mood didn’t show too much on her face. He didn’t even seem to notice, she thought, waving the cash before sliding it into his coat pocket. How he wore than thing in this weather was beyond her.

“Ah, Cheri. Won enough at darts for pizza an’ a’ motel. Ol’ idiots never saw the Gambit coming. Wanna drive?” Snapping the jangling keys out of the air as he tossed them at her, she gave them a look, spotting the old beat up Hello Kitty keychain that had belonged to the original owner. She felt her mood melt away, restraint exchanged for control. He’d give her the wheel, and- god dammit she could never stay mad with him around.

Remy slipped to the other side while Anne moved to the door. She gave a toothy smile, nodding northward. “I can do you one better, sugar. Got a score for us, big mansion up the hill. Old money, bad rumors: I got the feeling there’s something hiding there.”

A whistle blew from Remy’s lips as they slipped into the car. “Fancy part of town, eh?”

Hands tight on the wheel Anne let them slacken a bit. She spotted a particular parlor a ways up the road, figuring Remy had noted it while he was waiting. “We’ll hit it when it gets dark, we’ve got a few hours. In the meantime, pizza sounds mighty fine right about now.”

Made in collaboration with @Hillan

In Absolute Comics - A Multi-Fandom Singular Universe Roleplay → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by Colonel Sep>

For sure!

And this goes for anyone. If you have an organization, an individual or something constant you want represented across the game. Feel free to submit a blurb for the OP. This not only helps keep things consistent in the IC but also encourages collaboration and coordinating similar plots, which can lead to team-ups and crossovers between characters.

All that good stuff we want to see in comics and aim to replicate here.
I'll get back to you on the Brotherhood of Mutants as I think more about them and actually have a Rogue post out, but Cadmus should probably be taken out unless you have any plans for it, since it was developed firstly for Bruce in Odyssey and I think it would be better to wait and see how other players utilize Cadmus/Pierce on their own terms then have them be beholden to another game.
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