ReaptheMusic

Titans Together!

The alarms blared overhead, practically vibrating the metallic frame of Marilyn. "Oops." She leaned forward until she was nearly ready to fall over, hearing the much faster pit-pat of steps not far behind her. The slight weight change increased her speed a little, but it help that overall she was slower due to her speed. None the less, she seemed to be outrunning the ones behind her until she hit a fork in the path. The aliens swarmed towards her through the open passageways, causing her to skid to a stop. She dropped into a defensive crouch as foes surrounded her, pausing and barricading her path. They all stared each other down, the aliens speaking amongst themselves as Marilyn remained still, her grey eyes flicking from one person to the next. Her hand hovered over her slit forearm, poised, waiting. Then they fell forward, practically clambering over the top of each other in the enclosed hallway. With a battlecry, she ripped from her arm a segmented glass snake sword, and a glass shield formed on her arm with the wound. As one came at her, she was able to kick him in the gut back against his friends to give her glass a chance to solidify entirely, before turning and hitting another oncomer in head with the brunt of her hilt. She had never learned, formally, how to fight. She had always been able to observe though, and if there was anything she learned all the years she had spying on the pirates that held her captive, it was that using your own body weight, and your opponents against them, was key. Marilyn may be heavy and thus usually slower moving, but when she used it, it could become a deadly tool in combat on its own. She pivoted, extending her arm to slash through two more oncomers, the force behind the pivot crucial. The snake-blade's segments parted and whipped across several more she hadn't been aiming for. Another came at her side, but she stood her ground and raised her shield, shoving him off when he had stopped and bringing her sword down to meet his neck. She brought it back up, alien blood dripping from its sharpened edge. At that moment, an alien leapt onto her back and began to stab her repeatedly. Reacting on instinct, she cried out in pain as a glass spike went through her back, ripping open the flesh as it went to impale her attacker through the neck. He groaned, gurgling against the solid glass as he slid down the spike, his neck resting against her back. Marilyn crouched down, panting as the spike slid back into her body. The Aliens, disturbed by what they just saw, hesitated. There were so many of them.... Slowly, her shield turned back into a liquid and dropped, a shiny mercury like mixture on the floor. It was too damaged to return to her body. Her sword, however, remained. Panting, she looked up, her grey and black eyes seeming to be boiling in rage. She began to stand up. As she did, there was the sound of flesh being torn open. Standing at full, it became clear what the sound was coming from as multiple mercury colored tentacles, solid only at their pointed tips, emerged from her back. The aliens even began to shuffle now, a little uneasy. For once, her face held an expression. All the pent up rage she had at her captors. The misery of the humiliation she endured. The visual of her great city falling into shambles. It all was here, right now. She seemed to let out a visceral growl as she lunged, lighter with some of her blood gone. The many tentacles worked quickly, piercing through flesh, ripping apart limbs, impaling most of them on the neck like the first one. Though she had lunged initially, she walked now, calmly, with the same expression of one who had seen what can't be unseen.

Monsters Hotel

I will make a character for this shortly

Obsolete Angels

It is Far into the Future. On the Day the Earth Was Meant To End, Angels came to Give their Ultimate Deliverance. The very same day, Demons rose from their abyss, took on a human form, and convinced the world that this was wrong. That the angels were anything but what they said they were, that they were the heartless demons. Mankind listened. And so when the Angels descended, they were attacked. The weapons the demons had given them proved effective, and not an angel went uncaptured. All were turned over to the state to see that 'rightful justice' was done, that these 'demons' could be subdued in a....humane way. On the surface, they were let free to go back to their homeland. Under the counter, they had been transferred to a research facility to be... unmade. Spiritual entities were brainwashed, turned into helpless and fragile creatures, all by the people they were meant to save. Their prayers were not heard, and like a candle, they burned out. In place of the candle was a computer screen lighting up. They were turned into puppets, genetically altered cyborgs to be sold and marketed as 'exact replicas' of the angels that had attacked. The demons reign solidified, and society would not see miracles done with religion or belief, but by science. Twenty years later, the angels are obsolete. No longer as fashionable to have on your hip as a servant and thus discarded into random trashbins throughout the world. The newer, sleeker, completely robotic Mechangels are all the rage. Demons have taken over entirely, uniting the entire world under one government and one leader. However. In one trashbin in the alley behind a restaurant, a mannequinesque half-mechanical angel's eyelights begin to flicker...

This Rp is centered around the return of the Angels that have been defaced (Called 'Cyborgels') and, unlike most rps, once had the objective of destroying the world. Their memories are fragments. The governments spies are everywhere and are in everything. Things to consider: The angels have been outfitted for fighting too, but not all have been created equal in terms of what they have on them! -For example, a coffee shop cyborgel will not be as outfitted to handle an attack as one owned by the military -You can ALSO be a human which, trust me, will not be as lame as it sounds. Dodging the government, not being swayed by the demons, and aiding or turning your back to the broken Cyborgels is all key to the society they live in! -Being a demon is also a possibility!

Obsolete Angels

It is Far into the Future. On the Day the Earth Was Meant To End, Angels came to Give their Ultimate Deliverance. The very same day, Demons rose from their abyss, took on a human form, and convinced the world that this was wrong. That the angels were anything but what they said they were, that they were the heartless demons. Mankind listened. And so when the Angels descended, they were attacked. The weapons the demons had given them proved effective, and not an angel went uncaptured. All were turned over to the state to see that 'rightful justice' was done, that these 'demons' could be subdued in a....humane way. On the surface, they were let free to go back to their homeland. Under the counter, they had been transferred to a research facility to be... unmade. Spiritual entities were brainwashed, turned into helpless and fragile creatures, all by the people they were meant to save. Their prayers were not heard, and like a candle, they burned out. In place of the candle was a computer screen lighting up. They were turned into puppets, genetically altered cyborgs to be sold and marketed as 'exact replicas' of the angels that had attacked. The demons reign solidified, and society would not see miracles done with religion or belief, but by science. Twenty years later, the angels are obsolete. No longer as fashionable to have on your hip as a servant and thus discarded into random trashbins throughout the world. The newer, sleeker, completely robotic Mechangels are all the rage. Demons have taken over entirely, uniting the entire world under one government and one leader. However. In one trashbin in the alley behind a restaurant, a mannequinesque half-mechanical angel's eyelights begin to flicker...

This Rp is centered around the return of the Angels that have been defaced (Called 'Cyborgels') and, unlike most rps, once had the objective of destroying the world. Their memories are fragments. The governments spies are everywhere and are in everything. Things to consider: The angels have been outfitted for fighting too, but not all have been created equal in terms of what they have on them! -For example, a coffee shop cyborgel will not be as outfitted to handle an attack as one owned by the military -You can ALSO be a human which, trust me, will not be as lame as it sounds. Dodging the government, not being swayed by the demons, and aiding or turning your back to the broken Cyborgels is all key to the society they live in! -Being a demon is also a possibility!

When the last Angel falls (Reboot)

Consider me interested.

Titans Together!

now might be a good time for another story post!

Forgotten -~- A Reboot of the Vampire Roleplay

I look forward to playing out my characters reaction to him then ohoho~!

Titans Together!

@ScarlettWaters16

Marilyn had stopped to watch the woman speak, and leave. It was only then she got a glimpse of the aliens holding a trident. She said nothing as the girl left, it was evident to her that she found her actions unwise. No matter. Perhaps she would be able to damage this ship from the interior. She slid her blade made of blood back into her arm, and then slowly sank through the glass floor. From here she would be able to reach any part of the ship so long as there was glass. She felt the tug of a window and followed it, ending up somewhere deep within the ship, away from the majority of the patrolling guards. As she pulled through all the way and stepped down from the ledge, she could see she was in some sort of.... break room that had a panel to show the aliens relaxing on the inside, though, none were prevalent at this moment. "Luck." She murmured to herself. Marilyn then turned down the hall and began running, each step carrying a heavy 'CLANK!' as it hit the floor, another precursor to her bodyweight. She hadn't sensed many windows in many other places, but on the interior of the ship where she had come out it had come to her knowledge that the highest amount of glass was around here. That could only mean one thing. The observatory deck was near. The Pilot, thus, would also be quite near. She continued to run down the hall, shutting out all thought except to consider her next options; her footsteps a din behind her.

Titans Together!

<Snipped quote by ReaptheMusic> Yeah, I should've done that. I've been here for about three months now and I still feel like a newbie. xD Learn something new every day I guess. Thanks for your help. I won't do that in the future. --EDIT-- I'm just going to change it to where I dodge her. Fixed it so it should be better now...

@ScarlettWaters16

Hey you know, at least you're being a good sport about it so no harm done :)

Titans Together!

<Snipped quote by ReaptheMusic> Sorry, I didn't know if that's okay or not. I will go back and change it. If I change it to tries, will that be okay? Sorry again... :/ --EDIT-- Went back and changed it. Will you make sure it's okay?

@ScarlettWaters16

It is okay for now; but for the record, Godmodding is NEVER okay. To avoid it in the future, I suggest using something like (and this is just an example) "Prince Adam thrust his blade at Skeletor in attempt to break apart an exposed rib bone." And then waiting for your opponents rebuttle. You'd be surprised how often people will respond and do what you want them to, and it's more fun that way. Instead of forcing what YOU want, you get to collaborate with who you're rping with and it feels like a real duel. On NPC's However, feel free to go ape shit. That's when you get to show off how macho you are without any repercussions. Specifically to this battle, however, it's clear to me you never read my CS. Marilyn's weight and durability is like that of a mobile fully stocked vending machine. Spin-kicking would hurt River more than Marilyn :/. It does pays off to research your opponents!