Plank Sinatra

Rectifier

What a stylish OOC. I should have my sheet done within the first few days of this coming week.

(Also I'm all for a Discord)

Record of UTX - Special Investigation Team [SRWOG/Mecha]

CORINNE SHOURICHI ENTERS THE BATTLEFIELD! A PILLAR OF HUMANITY TAKES OFF FOR THE SKIES!

a hot pink bubblegum crisis

Corinne Shourichi unzipped the front of her suit on her way to the hangar. For her to achieve total victory, her heart and bosom would need to swell with as much energy and zeal as the human body could muster. The tight confines of a suit would only restrict her angry chest!

Such restrictions were beyond her.

That was why, in case the Irish personnel wouldn't do it, she'd made sure to have her regular flight crew disable the usual amount of her safety limiters long before they had even left the moon! She had gambled on most of the Irish being unimaginative fops, and unfortunately, she had been proven right when she strode into the hangar and saw the stares she attracted. No doubt they were admiring the ornate craftsmanship on the metal butterfly she was now wearing, the steely finish of the mask strong and sure for a certainty, but clearly paling in comparison to her tungsten backbone and her alkaline spirit. What was the deal with these famine-stricken grease monkeys? They were humans, not spuds! They would return to their potato dirt if they did not organize! Galvanize!

"My new flight crew!" she proclaimed loudly, climbing up to the cockpit and cupping one hand around her mouth to be heard over the sudden roar of activity. "It is I, Saint Padraig come again! There are snakes in your skies, good Gaels, and so they have called me to serve you! In return, serve me faithfully until your last day under this blue sky that God gave us to rule, and I will return with victory in my hand and Jameson for all! I have loved you all from the moment my eyes laid on you! Éire go Brách, my motherfuckers! My fellow motherfuckers!"

The crowd of micks stared up at her adoringly. Beaming with all the radiance of Marianne, good goddess of humanity and liberty, Corinne Shourichi sealed herself in the R-Blade cockpit, chest heaving with glee at the animated contest of life and happiness to come.

"Corinne Shourichi, R-Blade! Shourichi Special coming up, sinfully sweet and served with love! Follow me, UTX, and we shall never walk in darkness, but forever in the light!"

never, no never, they'll never lock you in
never, no never, you'll never let them win!
go ahead, young man, face towards the sun!
run, man, while you can
run, man, run, man, run!

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"Declan?"

"Aye Keith?"

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Was that crazy broad the real pilot, or did we let a schizo sneak into the base?"

The other mechanic took a long, hissing breath; the air whistled through the gap in his front teeth.

"Shit, lad," he admitted, "I didn't think to check."

World of Darkness: City of Angels

I don't see any messages in the Discord right now and I'm not sure if it's glitching out for me, so I just thought I'd ask here - what's the state of some of the world events right now? Obviously there's no Gehenna (phew) but have the Assamite split, have the Gangrel left the Camarilla, etc. etc.?

World of Darkness RP. Intrigue and Conflict on the West Coast

I'm super interested.

Rectifier [Cyberpunk | Adventure | Road Trip]

This is pretty cool.

Deus Ex - Humanity Reinvented ~ Cyberpunk RP

Oh I'm all the way fucking in for this. Time to level my swimming

[Reboot]Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ[Cyberpunk]

I think this looks pretty interesting.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Crimmy forgot to tag u again

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"Look at this," Lauren said, waving a hand dismissively from Grat to Gren's efforts at cutting down timber. "Look at this shit. Look at this fuckery on our hands. You'd think we didn't all have superpowers, huh?"

Lauren tilted her head backwards at Grat as she approached from the beach, giving the cold Mistralian girl a dazzling smile and tossing her hair up from over one of her emerald eyes.

"So Luke says you that bitch, huh? He's always talking about how you're 'bout that action." Lauren looked Gratia up and down, appraising the merits of the Vignoble girl for her plan before shrugging to herself and beaming wider. "So look, we know how these rich bitches rock. We've been in this sim for what, fifteen minutes? This girl Stella, love be upon her, she's got an hour and a half of class to fill, right? I don't see her letting us skate out of here an hour early unless we're done an hour early, and monsoon season don't take too kindly on these niggas out here. I think Stella's banking on that. So look here."

Lauren leaned forward and grinned conspiratorially, lifting up her jacket and displaying to Gratia what she was keeping underneath the garment. Her eyes were twinkling now - the look of the salesman making her pitch.

"I'm going up there and I'm gonna finesse that motherfucking airship right from the sky. I got the ordinance to get us up there, but I don't know how many projections might be programmed to crew that bitch. I need a girl who packs some heat in case things go wild up there. Ain't like we're shedding any real blood up there, right? We're killing video game characters. Like running over hookers or whatever. You gun 'em down, toss 'em into the ocean, whatever you gotta do, and I will take the ship down onto this here beach, pick up the kids, and we'll split the extra credit for not using any of this silver screen bullshit to try and flag the airship."

She was staring at Grat intently now, eyes boring right into the listless onyx gaze of the Mistralian girl.

"Even before Luke told me about you, I could tell you were a shark. I could see it in you in Armory. I can appreciate that. And I always appreciate another girl looking to fuck over a zillionaire." Lauren covered up her package again with a casual brush of her jacket over its surface, and then pulled her hand away from the white leather and held it up to Grat to shake. "So you come up there, be my shooter, and let's get this A-motherfucking-plus, the two of us. Then let's be friends."

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Working hard, or hardly working?

Lauren wasn't particularly hungry after the twin punches of lunch and Estelle's cupcakes, but nevertheless, the mangoes in the simulation left her curious. The first thing she had done after getting off the life rafts, besides cursing that cocksucker Ben for jinxing her last night with the swimming joke, was go digging around in the foliage that hugged the beach. If there's one thing she knew about the tropics, it was the cuisine; sure enough, it had taken her only half of Estelle's briefing to find a pair of fruits, and now here she was, listening to the Survival professor's instructions.

Idly juggling her mangoes.

3:45, huh?

So, for the second half of Estelle's little halftime show, she had taken to watching the group with curiosity to see what they would do. It was kind of sad. What Estelle said about accelerated time had stuck with her; there was no telling when the hell the airship would actually come around, or how far a monsoon would come after that. The more people got lost in the forest, the more people would be fucked when the doomsday clock ticked 5 PM. Seems like a lot of these motherfuckers got their survival ideas from such acclaimed how-to guides as Cast Away, LOST, and that dumb book in fourth grade about the lil motherfucker with the thot mom.

Fourth grade was one of the years she skipped, so the book's title escaped her.

Bored, Lauren sighed and took her hatchet to one of the pieces of fruit.

Seriously, this is some red pill blue pill shit.

If she bit into this mango, would she taste mango? Would she taste nothing? Had whoever designed the simulation thought that far ahead? These were the questions that she was banking on good answers to. Inspector Negasi was about to see if this state of the art simulation was certifiably nigga-proofed.

All she needed, she opined as she looked at the small, rectangular shape that was wrapped up in her jacket, was another woman at the trigger.

Lauren lay back in the sand calmly, letting the smooth dark skin revealed by her makeshift crop top bake in the simulated hot sun for a few seconds and staring up at the clear blue sky. In her head, she was already making her selection. That cute angry bitch who Luke was always palling around with. The three of them had Armory together. She seemed cold enough.

"Hey-o on the frog! Fuck, uh...Grat! Hey-yo Grat! Word of prayer time."

She gestured expansively at the sand on the beach around her, as if it were hers to give.