Penultimate_Pi

Superhuman/Mutant RP in original (Comic styled) universe [Full]

Throwing in my interest.

Hello Again!

I wouldn't say this is entirely necessary, but I think I've been away from this site long enough to warrant a re-introduction.

I am Penultimate Pi (as you can see), a fairly avid roleplayer with a couple years worth of experience in several different sites, including this one. I have played many characters, from popular to original, and I would like to say I have developed a good grasp of character production, writing style, and language cohesion. I do my best to a fault, ensuring my posts are almost always of good length and quality - even if means I do not always post consistently, heh.

Until recently, I severely narrowed my roleplaying ventures (some more suddenly than others) in the interest of staying ahead in real-life events. Now since that has all settled down for the most part, I'd like to branch back out a bit more and get back into the shape of play-by-post.

So, here I am. I hope you'll be glad to have me again!

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Well, I sorta sketched out a possible composition of the two units Sigma Squad will be splitting into, trying to balance out range, firepower, and roles as best I could think of at the time. It was a bit tricky, considering the different Framewerks and our unbalanced number of squad members. I don't know if this should just be private messaging with @redbaron1234 or what, but I might as well post it here for others' opinions:

Team A:
Krista & Archer @redbaron1234
Alyssa & Delta Silver @ArkmageddonCat
Harold & Roxy Kai @LHG100
Lora & Caliburn @Penultimate_Pi

Team B:
Yeshua & Anzu @Cassowarysaur
Elora & Diver @Ariamis
Orion & Zeus @Pox
Mai & Setsuka @DarkRecon
Romeo & Rose @knighthawk

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Already, even though they were only halfway through the program, Squad Sigma was being deployed for a mission - one of utmost importance, it seemed. The Cruxi were attacking another planet, but the catch was that there were one of two major colonies that the Cruxi could attack first; therefore, Sigma would have to split into two strategic groups to defend both areas.

And then there was the matter of their new weapon, Mist, a giant orb that emitted pilot-destroying radiation at medium range. Supporting it was a large unit of Cruxi mechs, mostly the regular type, it seemed. It was notable that Mist could harm friend and foe alike, but it was a reasonable guess that it wouldn't be fired if there was a majority of their units at risk for it. But then again, these Cruxi were a very unpredictable race... who knew what they would sacrifice just to win a battle?

Lora's hand went up. Allowing Krista to take her question regarding the weapon's weaknesses, Lora added upon her first question, "Yes, could you go into detail about Mist's firing systems? In what situations does it fire? Is there any sort of warning to when it fires? How exactly is this radiation wave used?" If the squad knew more about how Mist worked, they could find some way to work around or exploit the weapon's firing systems to avoid risk. Meanwhile, Lora was beginning to map out where each team member would be applied to...

The Stand - A Fantasy PvE

One of the archers went down, but the orc magician was far more nimble. Even while its comrades fell, the raiser held his staff aloft, channeling some magic... and the fallen ones began to rise again. A necromancer! Quickly, before he let the opportunity go to waste, Julian let loose the explosive arrow to try and take out the caster...

And then, all too suddenly, the swordsmen were upon him. Having diverted his attention too long, Julian only barely had time to attempt a dodge roll, only to feel the sharp scrape of a blade across his back. His muscles burned in pain from the sudden wound while his body began to ache from his strain, but the blade did not seem to have bitten deep, at least. Those swordsmen had caught Julian off-guard, and he had to curse himself again for his inattentiveness.

The hunter did, however, take note of the other two orcs attempting to flank him and ensure he couldn't escape. Not one to be foiled so easily, J now drew upon his inner power to generate a magic glyph on his palm - the Mark of the Rukh - and press it onto his other tricep, emblazoning the mark upon him.

Julian felt the alignment of his inner energies shift, the spark of power within him giving way to a glow he felt throughout his form. One of the swordsmen drew close in an attempt to cleave him apart, but Julian's now wicked-fast reflexes prevailed, him taking aim and planting an arrow into the beast's big head. The other orc followed suit, but was caught mid-swing by a parry from Julian's sturdy bow. Before the orc could yet continue, the fell human nocked an arrow and shot right past the blocked blade, into his heart.

A bellowing cry came out to the undead's side, and the archer looked to notice the paladin, his ally, hacking through the field of orcs to come aside the archer. As he came in front of his aim to the third orc, Julian turned back to take aim at the holy warrior's previous opponents, his wounded shoulder blade still screaming with pain. With the raiser's magic, some of the fallen orcs were beginning to stand again, a pale hue consuming them.

"Paladin!" Julian hailed his ally, "Can you not channel some holy energy and dispel these undead?" That was it, the hunter realized; he was undead, too. Though he had been returned to life with sinister alchemy moreso than raw magic, perhaps the consecrating light might harm him as well - he was not so sure. Yet, it was a risk he was willing to take, while the Mark of the Rukh still held him. "Do not worry about me! I am not so vulnerable as to be defeated by light alone. Go ahead and do it!"

[- Mark of the Rukh will remain active for 1 more turn -]

Reboot: Please Select Player

After the Kirby started bonking fairy-boy with the sword, he began to start coughing up his brief explanation in a thick accent: "Eye totally know what's going on. One a' you guys' evil or something. Eye'm sure of it."

"Yeah, uh-huh," Alexander replied with hints of sarcasm and cynicism, pulling himself up to a sitting position proper to lean on the Red Queen some. "Let's suppose you're right. Did you ever consider the idea that you could be the evil one?" He tossed out the idea, still a bit sour about the whole combat that the fairy started.

And then, suddenly, some other guy appeared. He sounded awfully coy and quirky, something that fit his short stature and squiggly 'mad scientist' glasses... wait. Eddy Gadd? That same scientist from Mario? Oh boy, this just kept getting batter and better, didn't it?

In any case, it seemed that all of these people's being dragged into this world was deliberate in that this 'Eden' entity desperately needed forces to stop it, but also random in that apparently Gadd had no way of actually controlling who got pulled in. Well, this was great, wasn't it? Get a couple of confused half-wits instead of willing fighters, why not? And yet still, Gadd had the politeness to ask if Alexander and these others accepted this new responsibility, even when he already admitted to having shanghaied them into this.

"Staff kid has a point," Alexander followed up to Negi's comment. "We're already here, and you've already admitted to dragging us into this. If we say no, you'll send us home - right?" A pause, and before E. Gadd could respond, Alexander pulled on his sword to stand up. "But then, this all would've been a great waste of time, wouldn't it? And being who I am right now-" he gestured to his form of Nero, "Who would I be to refuse a challenge?

"This Eden thing... It won't know what hit 'em!" The young man cried out, brandishing Red Queen in a display of readiness.

Aether: Legend of the Crimson Dusicyon - Now Recruiting Crewmates!

Posted. I hope I'm nailing Grissom correctly for you, @Vash.

Aether: Legend of the Crimson Dusicyon - Now Recruiting Crewmates!

"We are not going to blow up everything," Gerlach purred at Greyson over the comm. Grey wasn't convinced. "Just raising a spot of hell and getting attenti--"

And then the impact hit, knocking the ship asunder. Grey yelled his vain concern, while Grissom wrestled with the controls. Flak pattered against the hull as the airship struggled to turn. The navigator felt himself heating up in his clothes, a layer of sweat threatening his forehead. Had one of the engines been taken out with that hit? He didn't quite have time to worry, as the Dusicyon suddenly dipped lower into the city's skyline to use the buildings as cover. A clever tactic, but not when they were flying at 100 miles per hour.

"TODAY WOULD BE NICE!"

Greyson's panicked yell was finally met with response as the Dusicyon narrowly pulled up and away from an oncoming skyscraper. Grissom cried back in frustration "I'm workin' on it, ya whiner! The controls aren't responding right! One of the engines must've-" Another interruption, as a blast of flak from the north tore into the bow of the ship. Desperately, the airship climbed up, up, away from the city, and well out of the range of the guns before it was able to bank about again.

"That's just it," Grey returned fire with his worries, "One of our engines must've been shredded in the first blast. And that second blast just hit..." The implications began to sink in with the navigation team when Gerlach barked up over the communications:

"Johannes, Grissom! I've lost contact with--"

Greyson grew a concerned frown with her sudden silence following- the comms were still running, based on the windy feedback the crew was getting over the receiver. "What? Could you finish that thought for us, please?"

"Is that...?" Another moment of silence, and then, "Son of a bitch! Navigation, it seems our engineer has gone AWOL." Eyes widened on the bridge, and Grisson pounded a fist on his console in frustration. "I had hoped that our orders to fight to the death wouldn't become quite so pressing, but we're ready to make another pass when you are."

"Very funny," Grissom growled back over the comms. In the span of 10 seconds, the Dusicyon had been turned into a limping mass with a chunk of its guns lost- he had the right to be angry about it. Not to mention how the Captain was going to tear into them if the ship got any worse off.

Luckily, their break came soon, in the from of Faulkner from the ground team: "Attention, Carson. I have cleared a landing pad for you at the western AA Gun. If you need to touch down for repairs: DOOOO SO! The second and third AA Guns should be dealt with shortly! Faulkner out!"

Before Carson or anyone else could say anything more, Grisson bleated out into his headset, "We're gonna be taking a pit stop at your new landing pad, Faulkner. Not because we have several wrecked Vulcans and a gaping hole in one of our engines, but because our primary asshole qualified to fix 'em decided to hot drop into the field!" A pause for dramatic effect (actually just moving away from the mic to breathe), and he continued, "That's right! Quirke's gone and flown himself somewhere into the city, so if any of you in the ground team find him, bring him to the western gun so I can CHEW OUT HIS STUPID HEAD!"

And with that, the Crimson Dusicyon, still on a wing and a prayer, dipped back down into the fray to fly over the western gun. Luckily, Greyson was able to point out to the pilot that the path tracing from the northern gun was open now, thanks to the Captain's intervention.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Whoops, I'll edit that out.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hanzo looked around at the going-ons as he continued to eat. Sana brought the child she rescued down to eat, looking for all the world like a parent with their daughter. It was a bit heartwarming to see, even if Hanzo didn't try to think too deeply of it due to his own experiences. Mortosh was off in one corner, seeming to be asleep, but probably more accurately meditating - he actually didn't even notice the skeleton until Zam came up and pointed him out to the newcomer.

Speaking of, that knight from yesterday was making himself known to the party, introducing himself as Derrix; he apparently heard of the recent blight of Cinder Sickness and wished to help Sister Agnes, and by proxy this band of adventurers. Soon thereafter, he wound up in a conversation with the elf, Vaeri. So it would seem that they had yet another ally in this quest... what a group!

Hanzo finished eating shortly after Fiona went upstairs. He returned the dishes politely and, following Fiona's instance, returned to his room to pack up whatever he had. Luckily, it wasn't much to begin with - just his wallet, clothes, and that one magical scroll he found. The monk had been slightly out of it last night, so he's probably go an offer this to the rest of the group properly before they all set out. Or, possibly, Hanzo could use it on himself. The scarring from the battle with the mage still ached on his chest, showing a scar with a minor seal of deep red around it...

Again acting on some indeterminate impulse, Hanzo pulled open the scroll- and then realezed he had no idea how to read magic properly. What a foolish gesture. Still, it knocked him back into sense, to at least offer the others before taking up the offer for himself.

He returned back downstairs quickly, seeing how most everyone had left to prepare for their departure (or was already mostly so). In that case, the monk decided to lounge outside for a bit, to take in the morning air still fresh with the dew of the deciduous climate. He would simply stand outside of the inn, occasionally leaning on the wall of inn. Out of curiosity, he glanced south. The fire was long gone, the pillar of smoke that hailed it before being no more. He sighed. So many lives still taken unjustly- though perhaps he could say the same about those whom were killed, those slavers.

Hanzo turned back, and noted Fiona taking out five horses and a cart from the slavers. His memory was foggy from last night, but he seemed to recall the cart, and some of those horses looked like the mounts from the slavers. Of course, the best way to find out was to ask. The monk walked up near to where Fiona was setting up everything; she was currently studying some sort of map. "Are these the same things procured from the slavers?"