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Worlds of Disney

Cassim and Iago

Approaching Paris from the east was a lone man of dark skin wearing a blue silk cloak of foreign make. His hood was down, as the sun was not nearly so overbearing as his homeland, revealing his black hair and silver streak, and rugged good looks. The horse he rode upon trot along the hard dirt path amidst the trees with some level of unfamiliarity, as though it were used to less stable ground. That's because it was a brown Arabian horse, and home was a long ways away. Though the horse had never been this far out before, its rider was no stranger to these lands. Despite that having been more than a decade ago, the path before him had hardly changed a bit, and his memory was a long one. He could practically smell that gourmet French bread, the aroma snaking its way into his no-

"Jeez Cassim, how much longer do we have to go?! My wings are KILLING me!" cried out the red macaw flying by his side, clearing feigning more discomfort than he was actually having.

"Perhaps you wouldn't be so tired i you hadn't abused your shoulder privileges?" Cassim shot back with a knowing smirk. It was a minor argument they had had, but one he was having fun with.

"Look, I'm sorry that guy missed me and hit you in the face with that pie, but how was I supposed to know he can't take a joke?" Nothing in Iago's tone suggested he was as sorry as he claimed.

"Men rarely enjoy being insulted to their face. I would imagine you of all people would know that." Cassim spared a glance to the side to see Iago's reaction. The bird's anger did not disappoint, and the thief had to hold in a laugh.

"Just what are you implying, Cassim? That I'm a sycophant? A schmoozer? A SUCK UP?" In an instant Iago's voice changed as he began mocking his traveling companion. "Oh look at me, the mighty and powerful King of Thieves! I bow to no man! Bah! Give me a little credit here, I'm just a people pleaser, ok?"

Cassim rolled his eyes, now looking back at the path. This joke had gone on long enough, he figured. "Very well Iago, I will let you ride on my shoulder for the remainder of our journey to Paris."

"You mean it? Sweet." Iago swooped on, landing right on Cassim's left shoulder. Using one of his wings like an arm, he wiped his feathery head as though he were sweating. "Out of curiosity, how much longer do we have to go?"

No sooner had Iago finished asking did the pair come to an end of the trees, wherein they could see the city of Paris standing tall and mighty before them. At full gallop, they would cross the city gate in under a minute. Cassim turned to look at Iago, a smug smirk adorned across his face. Iago narrowed his eyes in frustration.

"You know, for a best friend I find myself hating you a lot more than I thought I would." Cassim merely shrugged and whipped the reins, prompting his horse to charge forward at full speed.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

The Tunnel Snakes had proven that they were little to no threat, getting trounced and tossed away at every opportunity. With the majority of them unconscious and the remaining either injured or too scared to fight back, it seemed that victory was all but assured. The women huddling in the corner still hid behind their counter, but risked peaking to watch the mayhem unfold.

The sound of two motorcycle engines revving interrupted the fight. Two women, perfectly identical in appearance, clothing, even down to their dyed hair, pulled up to the fight. The remaining Tunnel Snakes gave the duo their attention. The women hopped off of their bikes, the one on the left blowing a bubble as the one on the left spoke.

"How long does it take to get protection money from on measly run down store, eh? Look at all this, your getting your asses handed to you. And what exactly are you supposed to be?" she gestured in the direction of Light. "Halloween is a long ways off."

"Viper! Cobra! These guys are freakishly strong! They're like the Six Disasters' best fighters!" called out one of the remaining thugs.

"Is that right?" asked the twin with the bubblegum. "Well then I guess it's time to really make a name for the Tunnel Snakes. If we can beat their butts then the Six Disasters will have to recognize us."

"Sounds like a plan, sis." Both immediately took a fighting stance, with the one on the left, Viper, drawing two short knives, while Cobra on the right produced razor-tipped fans. The Tunnel Snakes rallied to their leaders, even inspiring some of the knocked out ones to rejoin the battle.

Mini-Bosses Approach: Viper and Cobra

Style: Back to back teamwork - Viper and Cobra never stray far from one another, using Viper's knives for fast offense and Cobra's fans for a defensive flourish. Skilled, but individually no threat. Together they make a moderately strong team.
Ability: Mook inspiration - Eight Tunnel Snakes have rallied around their leaders, inspired to fight harder than before.
Threat Level: Warm-up

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

Notable Fighters Discovered

Roulette Co.

Evelyn Roulette

TBA

Black Dragons

O-Chul the Dragon Claw

Status: Active
A lieutenant of the Black Dragons with a determined, somewhat boisterous personality. Always partnered with Pacho, he tends to be the one who does all the talking. Loves a good challenge more than anything.
Fighting Style: Muay Thai
Special Techniques: Shadow Glide - The user maintains their stance and becomes lighter than air, propelled forward by the power of their chi.
K̄hīpnāwuṭh phin: Translation "Pin Missile" - O-Chul forms a powerful, piercing spear of chi from his knees for a crippling, piercing blow.
Super Arts: Thæng bx lbīch (Translation: Beachball Spike) - The user generates a large ball of chi with amplified kinetic properties and spikes it at an opponent. It carries enough kinetic force to smash cars, and uses the opposing directional force of impact to bounce around, making it a largely unpredictable pinball of doom.

Pacho the Thunderbird

Status: Active
One of the lieutenants of the Black Dragons, and always partnered up with O-Chul. A very silent man, not even his partner knows what he's thinking most of the time, though he seems to enjoy a good fight just like O-Chul.
Fighting Style: Okichitaw - A relatively modern martial art that combines traditions and movements from multiple native tribes of the Americas. Most movements use weapon-based stances and strike with the forearms, and the style draws upon tribal wisdom of the 4 cardinal directions. Pacho himself has altered the style to include quick chi-based strikes to manifest weapons.
Special Techniques: Falcon Dive - The user manifests a large axe or tomahawk made of chi with an electrical element and hurls it toward the opponent.
Super Arts: Thunderbird Clash - Pacho envelops himself in a cloak of chi so thick he appears to become a golden bird made of living lightning, then streaks toward the opponent in a display of power and speed. His body is invulnerable to harm from all but the largest, most powerful attacks in this state, making dodging far more practical. It comes with a dangerous recovery time afterward.

Titans

None discovered yet

Iron Maidens

None discovered yet

Phoenix Kings

None discovered yet

Brujah

None discovered yet

Street Sharks

None discovered yet

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

Eve observed as each of her chosen champions introduced themselves in their own way. First was Kiyoshi, who spoke with the politeness one would expect from someone of his background. His sword could prove to be a problem, if the samurai did not have a method to his style which could avoid causing lethal damage. Still, he seemed confident enough himself, so she did not have any reservations about hiring him. Next was Light, who exposed herself in front of the entire group. Few expressed any kind of shock to her demonic visage, and Eve was not one of them. Of course she had known what Light was before bringing the Void beast in, otherwise the people she paid to gather intel would have had to be fired. Still, she was not expecting such a diametrically opposed personality to the image before her, so in that way Light was somewhat uncomfortable to Eve. Then Llexe spoke up, albeit barely. Eve could feel a deep rooted rage in this woman. If any of them could be a danger to the team as a whole, or cause unnecessary collateral damage, it would likely be her. Still, the people Eve had gotten in contact with to hire Llexe assured her on their reputation that this fighter would be perfect for the job. She had better be, for their sake. After Llexe was Naja, opting to go by her code name rather than her real name. Eve certainly had no intentions of breaking the masquerade and revealing Naja's real name to the group if the woman herself had no intentions of doing so. A name was only something to be called, after all, a label. The cyborg was welcome to use whatever label she desired. Once she had finished, Sam introduced himself next in much the same way as Llexe did: short and curt. He felt different, however. While Llexe seemed to be bothered and irritated by it all, Sam seemed to be more uncomfortable and strained. Of course Eve knew why. It had taken a great deal of time and money to track down the medical reports covering Sam's condition, but it made him all the more terrifying a fighter. Of course that left Chris last. The effeminate looking man spoke with the same sort of air as Kiyoshi did, though he seemed to be a bit more efficient about it. Like it was less about manners and more about completing the task at hand, even if the task was just a simple introduction.

"Fantastic," Eve spoke, clapping her hands together. "Well then, until we get word of somewhere you need to be, I think it's prudent to engage in some team building activities. We can start with two truths and a lie. Just say three things about yourself, but one is a lie and the rest of the group tries to guess which one it is. It's a fun game to build trus-"

A hard, furious knock at the door interrupted her. Before she could continue, the door opened up to reveal her secretary, Eric, rushing forward in an almost comical fashion, off balance. "Miss Roulette! You haven't been answering the intercom! What's going on-Oh, again? Ugh, I'll put in an order for a new desk." He came to a hard stop a few feet away from the group. Just then he noticed Light, no longer covered up, and he could only stare blankly, jaw slightly askew.

"Out with it, Eric. What do you need?" Eve snapped her fingers in front of the young man's face, bringing him back to attention. As he spoke, it was clear he was very uncomfortable, and his eyes kept drifting back to Light.

"I just got a call from a little ma and pa shop about five minutes away. They said that some guys from the Tunnel Snakes are roughing up the place and demanding protection money, but they already gave up all their cash to the Black Dragons yesterday. They're in a really bad shape and need help."

Eve rested a hand on her hip and gave a smile out of the right side of her mouth. "Looks like your first team building exercise will actually be knocking some heads. The Tunnel Snakes shouldn't be a problem. Get the address and go. And, of course, protect the store. It's all pointless if in the process of protecting them you break everything." She waved them all away in a manner which said "shoo.' Eric provided the address, and soon they were off on their way.

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Round 2: Wrecked Shop

The storefront, if you could even recognize it as a storefront, could only be described as falling apart and basically dead. There was a clear indentation where a store sign used to hang from the front of the building, but the sign itself was long gone, probably sold off to help the owners pay their mortgage. The paint had practically faded into nonexistence and the structure of the building undoubtedly would need a huge overhaul. Inside were rows and various antiques ranging from classic bicycles from the twenties to musical instruments and everything in between. A middle-aged couple, two women, held one another in the corner as a group of men in biker leather slammed the cash register down onto the floor. The register and the floor both cracked, leaving a nice hole you could reach into. One of the thugs picked up the spare bills and change that had spilled out from the register.

"Fifty-seven dollars and eighty-one cents. You said you didn't have anything to give us, ya hags!"

"Please, that's all we have left! There is nothing else!"

"I wouldn't say nothing else. That's a nice lookin' guitar ya got hanging up there. Grab it, Stevie."

A second thug nodded and grabbed the instrument from a rack on the wall, looking it over. His smug smile quickly turned to disgust. "The paint is chipped, bro!"

The thug hurled the guitar across the room, into the wall with a mighty slam. All the merchandise shook, some items falling to the ground. The first gang member moved in closer to the pair of women, who held one another tighter. "It's no wonder ya ain't got no money, hags. All yer stuff is cheap crap! You tryin' ta sell cheap crap on our turf? That's an insult. Nobody insults the Tunnel Snakes!" He lifted his right fist, ready to lay into the defenseless women.

Crowd Battle Begin

Number of enemies: 20
Skill level: Weak
Total Threat: Cakewalk
FIGHT!

World of Light

Courier 6 and Ratchet

Level 4 - (11/40) EXP (+3), Level 3 - (8/30)
Location: Castle Interior
Word Count: 948

Side by side Ratchet and Courier 6 stood behind Tora and Poppi, protected by the pair’s barrier as the spirits of their fallen comrades took on new form. For the Courier, he had to swing his Ratslayer back over his shoulder to make room for the larger weapon being made manifest in his hands. From what little he knew of Gaige before her untimely demise he had expected a robot, or something high-tech that could interface with robotics, or electric maybe. It was almost disappointing when her reshaped spirit manifested instead as an assault rifle. Sure, it was a very pretty assault rifle with some strange glowing green bits, and he loved guns, but he couldn’t help but feel like his expectations were betrayed. Of course this sentiment made absolutely no sense seeing as how he exchanged maybe three sentences with the teenager, but he wasn’t the type to subscribe to logic. Still, pleased at his new weapon, he took advantage of his relative safety to inspect it.

Meanwhile, Ratchet was undergoing a transformation as the spirit of Zer0 bonded with his heart. The power flowed through his body, changing him, altering him. The relatively short lombox grew taller by a wide margin, his five foot height stretching out to a very impressive six foot eight and a half inches. His wiry frame didn’t change at all, giving him more of a bean pole build, while his commando outfit altered in color to more closely resemble Zer0’s assassination armor. Though he couldn’t see the change, his eyes also turned red, which might be unnerving to some. As soon as the transformation completed, Ratchet rolled his shoulders as if to roll out the kinks.

”Wow, that was different. Hey, I can reach the top shelf now!” To emphasize his point, Ratchet stuck his hand straight up. His new reach was indeed impressive.

“This is a most fascinating development,” Clank said, temporarily manifesting on his back. While Ratchet had a growth spurt, Clank did not and so the duo’s pairing looked a bit off. “By my estimation, combining with another spirit contains an exceptional likelyhood of altering your mental and emotional parameters as well. Do you feel any different, Ratchet?”

The omniwrench clanged a bit on the stone floor as Ratchet tested out his new reach, swinging his trusted weapon about. ”Nope, nothing. I feel just like I always have, little buddy!”

Clank pondered for a moment, holding onto his mechanical chin. “This turn of events is unusual. If you do not want to lose too much of who you are, I would not suggest making a habit of this, Ratchet.”

”Yeah yeah, I hear ya, buddy,” the lombox said, pointing his wrench in the direction of the enemy Bowser, who was now hiding behind his throne. Clank dissipated just as Ratchet spoke again. ”I think it’s time to try out this new power I feel.”

Ratchet vanished from sight, leaving behind a holographic decoy of himself which made a mad dash for MegaDragonBowser, swinging its fake wrench around like a berserker. This left the real Ratchet to sneak about the throne room undetected. He knew it was dangerous, but Ratchet wanted to get behind the throne, behind the evil Bowser. There was a chance he could be useful in a sneak attack, but moreso he wanted to investigate the environment for anything they could make use of.

Meanwhile, the Courier had finished inspecting his new weapon. Of the assault rifle family, it seemed to be a machine gun. Moreover, the magazine this baby had was utterly absurd, looking to hold somewhere from eighty to over a hundred rounds! Unlike his revolver or his shotgun, this thing definitely wasn’t going to need to be reloaded anytime soon. Which led to another problem of the ammunition, because he sure as hell wasn’t carrying any machine gun rounds on him. Sure, he could make them with supplies, but at the moment if he ran out, he ran out, which meant it had to be used sparingly until this whole mess was over with. Further, as far as he could tell the glowing green bits served a functional purpose. As rounds traversed from magazine to chamber to muzzle, they were bathed in this green light… But for what purpose he couldn’t tell. Well, no better time than the present to find out, right?

The Courier took aim, glad that he wasn’t anywhere near the path of that flying throne, and released a quick volley of shots toward the evil Bowser’s chest. The fire rate was impressive, as was the recoil, but not as impressive as what happened when the bullets made contact with the enemy who had so foolishly (and literally) thrown away his cover. The bullets burst into a caustic green acid, beginning to erode away the tough scales and thick shell where they struck. Six’s eyes widened in surprise, then slowly narrowed in joy. A grin crept across his face in what could only be described as sadistic pleasure.

”YEEHAW! I’LL EAT AWAY THAT ARMOR YOU BRAHMIN TURD!” Instantly any thoughts he had of conserving ammo were gone as he took to a more suppressive fire strategy. The bullets fired out six per second for several seconds, growing more and more inaccurate as he held down the trigger. But it’s not like accuracy was that big a deal when the target was the size of a small house, right? Before he knew it, the Courier had chewed through about 36 rounds of his magazine before deciding enough was enough… For the moment.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

<Snipped quote by ProPro>

If you don't mind my presence there. I've also noticed RPers hosting their RP's at discord lately too so I do have an account there. But can I get a link to your then?

@DarkRecon

It is on the first post.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

Aw shoot. Late for this party. Still, can I at least get notified if you open up for other openings to join?

@DarkRecon

I’ll add you to the list. If you want, you can always join the Discord as a guest. It’s open invitation for anybody.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

Roulette smiled as each of the six fighters summoned before her gave, in their own ways, their approval of the mission. Somewhat relieved that none had declined the offer, she elected to address the questions brought up by the cyborg in their midst. "I see you have a strong desire to get into the thick of things and waste no time. I will oblige. While there are numerous smaller gangs in the city, I doubt they will offer much in the way of challenge or contest. Easy fodder for seasoned fighters as you all are. But of course, never underestimate the advantage of sheer numbers, even if the individual fighters are rather pitiful. It could prove a fatal mistake." Idly, almost subconsciously, she rubbed a small scar on her arm, almost invisible thanks to the tattoo placed over it. "The real trouble will come from the six largest gangs in New Carona, commonly referred to as Six Disasters. The media loves to sell a story, but when you give such titles, you legitimize them. Gives them the sort of respect they desire. I just call them what they really arm. Thugs and scum."

She spat out those last words, before recomposing herself and continuing on. "The gangs collectively known as the Six Disasters are individually made up of the Black Dragons, the Iron Maidens, the Titans, the Brujah, the Phoenix Kings, and the Street Sharks. Their leaders are difficult to locate and get an accurate assessment of, but these sorts of people only rally around strength, so they must be at least of some merit. They have numerous lieutenants also judged to be dangerous, as well as thousands of followers between them all."

She took a moment to close the curtains, sealing up the outside view once again. The knife fight on the beach had concluded, leaving one young man to stain the sand red while the other walked away, carrying his opponent's shoes."Since you will be working as a team, please take this opportunity to make some introductions. Getting to know one another will help ensure you are able to work together in the field, and could very well save someone's life." She turned back to face them as a lightbulb went off over her head. "Before I forget, it is imperative that you avoid dropping bodies at all cost. Remember, the police are working for these gangs. Their ability to get involved will be limited, but if people begin to die, they will be able to launch a full investigation, and ruin our efforts."

Reign: Kingdom Come

Marque de Bourdeaux

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Marque watched in abject horror as the eldritch creature willed itself into the path of their riding hound. Certain the journey had come to an end, he did not expect for the creature to be felled by a single arrow let loose by Col. Almost in a daze, he had to gather his thoughts as they trampled through the horror's ashen remains. Yet Gardevoir insisted the threat was not yet over, and certainly the creature proved itself a true abomination in how it still moved its bits of ash, surrounding them. Enveloping them.

Marque listened as his master declared himself powerless to offer continued protection, and the barrier fell. Thanks to the advance warning, he pulled up his shirt over his nose to act as a filter for the air, and elected to breathe in small, shallow amounts. Yet their giant hound was not afforded such luxury. Nothing could protect its nose, and the very nature of carrying them all at such speeds required heavy, labored breathing. How long could the beast last? Once it fell, so too would they all...

Marque shifted his attention to the crow mask in hand. It began to glow, just as the key around his neck. What power could it contain? Once adorned, what would it do? In such dire straits, the time to find out was now. Leaving behind his gentle, practiced touch, Marque hurriedly placed the piece of costumery upon his face.

Gear

• Crow Mask
• Gardevoir's key
• cases of makeup
• Couple masks
• Two sets of clothes
• A wig
• Bag of coins
• "Proof" of affiliation to House Bryce
• Backpack
• 1 days trail rations
• Outdoor blanket
• Flask of water

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

The group had split up, despite Leonard's advice, into two groups. Arthur and Hogan would take the backstage prior to the show's beginning, whilst he, Blue, and Mieke would operate from the front as audience members. In terms of a pincer strategy it left much to be desired. There were plenty of exit strategies their quarry could employ in order to escape from his team. But if it kept everyone happy, then he supposed he would just have to deal with the inefficiency. Besides, it had been a while since he was able to sit back and enjoy a show that involved someone else risking their life.

As they worked through the crowd, an imposing man with a scar made contact with Mieke, going so far as to grab her shoulder. His question was as innocuous and friendly as his appearance wasn't, but something still clicked in the back of Leonard's head. Nothing of this man seemed to suggest he was an enemy stand user, but he still most definitely crossed a line by reaching out and grabbing a young girl. Carefully, Leonard turned to the man, making sure to emphasize his impressive physique, and opened his jacket: his concealed gun was plain to see for the scarred man.

"I invite you to remove your digits from my acquaintance, whilst you still possess them. Or would you rather learn a difficult lesson in gentlemanly manners?"