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Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Holy shit. Holy. Shit.
Holy.

Shit.

What in the love of all ever-loving gods just went down?
I step out for a few hours of work, and I see that Yeshua has already killed another one of the cadets - and then a few minutes later, actually didn't, but is still being tried for that.

Good christ, man.
And I haven't even gotten the chance to work on another post.

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Alexander nearly did a double take when he observed the guy in a club jacket and chicken mask walk up in front of him, baseball bat at his shoulder, to try and diffuse the situation. But that reaction was mostly to make sure that the chicken head wasn't actually real. After that, Alexander donned a classic demon hunter's smile and retorted, "Like you're one to talk, chicken-face. Aren't you the guy from that violent drug trip game- ...Hotline Miami?"

Whatever reply was in store, it was quickly cut off by the dragon-thing-whatever rearing back and yelling, "I don't take orders from anyone, graveyardstuffer!" before ripping a sword out of his abdomen and charging at Alexander and Jacket with it. The guy in the chicken mask suddenly seemed to channel the fact that he was from Hotline Miami, hurling the baseball back at the charging dragon and performing his own rush to tackle the thing.

Meanwhile, the ice fairy, having recovered from some beam attack, took a second glance at Nero's form and then charged him, wielding a sword of his own like the abomination was. With mask-face handling that thing, Alexander turned his attention (and his magnum) to the flying ice-person.

"And we have our first volunteer-!" Alexander (Nero?) announced mockingly at the fairy boy, letting lose another pair of shots from the Blue Rose. Expecting the blow to stop or slow his foe in his tracks, the demon hunter quickly threw his right hand to the Red Queen, causing a engine's rev when he twisted the hilt - in the following moment, Alexander lunged forth, unclipped his sword and twisted his body into a spin, unleashing a large sweeping slash that glowed with hot energy.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Just don't let her catch you insulting harshly judging the other pilots. She would try and use her authority to label you as a threat to morale.

But no, if you want your character to make the whole rounds, I guess we can see what can be done.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

It's a good thing Hanzo is a light sleeper.

He'd trained himself with that habit for whenever he found it necessary to sleep while on the road or in some uninhabited area. There was no telling when whatever shadows or rogues of the night would come forth and attempt to take their picking on one's sleeping form. Now, it was more than enough to be alerted by the blood-curdling scream of Sana, and a subsequent cry or roar from some other sinful-sounding entity. It was what looked like an evil or demonic paladin, riding what could only be a hellhound.

He demanded a child, some specific one that was here, and did not hesitate to attack when the others tried to assault it. Sana got herself badly injured, and Hanzo himself weighed the options of how well he could fare against this beast. But then again, who would this monk be if he were to refuse to aid?

Gathering his will for the incoming fight, Hanzo opened the inn's window wide, backed up, and performed a running headfirst leap out of the second story. Throwing his body in a forward twist, the monk righted himself to fly at the antipaladin with an outstretched kick, hoping the force could knock the corrupt man to the ground.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Sorry, if you were wondering, I was trying to set up a previously offered collab between Krista and Lora. redbaron just wanted to collab with knighthawk first.

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In this episode, Nero decides the best way to fight fire is the threat of nuclear war.

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Okay, so maybe he wasn't as keen to get away as he was thinking. There certainly wasn't anyplace to go that wasn't a shiny white-and-blue void, so that left him with this group of nimrods (and ladies). So Alexander was just stuck standing there, looking about to ditch this mad party but having nowhere else to be. His eyes rolled back and he sighed in exasperation again, the violence escalating behind him. With the wizard spouting magic nonsense words and the stupid ice fairy dude shouting equally nonsense magic words, Alexander finally decided that this shit was getting a bit too out of hand to bear for however long he was going to be stuck here.

A moment passed, and a sudden loud blasting echoed out in the immediate area, a pair of hyper-successive shots erupting from Nero's revolver. Eyes turned to meet Alexander, him having the Blue Rose pointed in the air and emitting a small flag of gun smoke. "Alright," Alexander began, subconsciously channeling Nero's personality, "Whatever bullshit's started between you dorks over here-" He pointed out the trio consisting of the fairy, the wizard, and the dragon. "-you can knock it off. Else I might go ahead and knock you off," He topped off, now pointing the Blue Rose much more threateningly.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

So now that we've acknowledged that Yeshua is quite sociopathic, my next question is "which smartass let him into the Framewerk program?"

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Phew, just got back from a car trip and assembled a desk. Time for another post?
...yep, time for another post. Alright, let's see...

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"...Ah, dammit..."

A muted, but clearly annoyed voice groaned out as he pulled himself up. It was bright, very bright, brighter than he ever recalled his room being. Did his eyes get extra-sensitive? At a sitting position, he moved to rub his eyes- and was quickly met with a grotesque demonic hand where his right hand should've been.

"OH WHAT THE FU-!?" Alexander cried out, very suddenly more aware. He rubbed his eyes again with his left hand, notably unchanged, and blinked a few times. The weird arm was still like, like some sort of occult gauntlet fused to his arm. Large clawed fingers, layers of hard hide armor, and a glowing scar along the back of it. It was real, it had to be- he tried to shift his finger, wiggle his hand around inside the gauntlet, but he felt no such thing. This was his arm now. "What even...?"

His thoughts drifted back to last night, in search of an answer. He was staying up painfully late, about to play some odd indie game like MUGEN or something... and then it all kind of faded away. Nero - for some reason, he registered the fact that he was picked the character from Devil May Cry 4 on a whim. One could practically see the gears turning in his head... and then he breathed out:

"What the hell even is this?"

He could hear and see other people around, but he was still focused on himself. Alexander tried to stand up, and suddenly became aware of two items at his side - a blue-tinted revolver and an intricate red sword. Nero's weapons, he recalled: Red Queen and Blue Rose. If he really was Nero now, Alexander wouldn't want to leave without these, and so he carefully grabbed and put away the weapons. It felt all too surreal, this was something that really shouldn't be happening. At least, not in today's world. Who knows what kind of crazy VR tech they would come up with next?

So what was this? That was the golden question, it seemed-

"Kyaaah!"

Oi. Alexander (he wasn't about to admit he was completely Nero just yet) slot a glance over at the source of the voice, but it took him a couple of seconds to lock onto the distinct female that let it out. This damn place seemed to echo out a bunch, so it was hard to initially tell which voices were from where. The lady... he didn't recognize. Luckily, there was a bunch of other people around that he did; there was some guy in a chicken mask, a traditional cloak-and-staff wizard, a pink puffball that could only be Kirby, a green-wearing elf that had to be Link, a short guy in a blue getup with ice wings (was that supposed to be Cirno?)...

...and a black dragon with crow wings, tentacles instead of an arm, and a ridiculous multicolored outfit. That's about where he gave up, giving a roll of the eyes and an exasperated groan. This was going to get worse before it got better, Alexander figured.

And then the blue fairy dude charged forward angrily for no reason at black dragon thing, while the wizard tried to intervene. "Yeah, okay, whatever," Alexander sighed out, turning aside waving them off with his good hand, "I don't know what the crap is happening, but I'd like nothing to do with it, thank you." He looked about to walk away from the situation - into endless void, perhaps, but definitely away from this crazy scene.