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Well unless you broke out theNTR Catherine would be off the list as well
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Well unless you broke out theNTR Catherine would be off the list as well
I exist, but have no opinions other then expressing interest
Huh, this does intruige me and I might make something up once I read up on how to make a sheet
I was half tempted to pitch one for Sorrow even if its not a role and just make it a Roland Expy who only ever sprouts his speech of 'O Sorrow'
Something of it just amuses me
Something of it just amuses me
my first posts always get a bit wordy :'3 future replies won't be so long! <3
Hardly, its pretty well paced.
Catherine Long
Paperwork was a task few enjoyed but her. Catherine, dressed in a casual yet professional business outfit, worked away at a computer in silence. See, while the Lafayette branch of the League Of Good functioned it had a stark lack of good office workers to handle the minutia.
One of the reasons why Catherine was chosen to attend this branch. A hero of decent power and capabilities, but more importantly someone who knows how to draft emails and use spreadsheets. A week of online work and a short day in office and Catherine had already cleared out a substantial backlog of documents and started to reorganize others.
How unfortunate that such things must be stalled for a meeting, on boarding of her and whomever else shows up as official heroes. Someone higher up wanted it to be a surprise of some kind, so she unfortunately was not able to skim their files.
Work kept her longer than she would have liked for a meeting, leading to her being late. Late enough to step though one door…and out onto an industrial district surrounded by colorful people and distant roars.
Catherine blinks once, then twice.
Why does this feel like a poorly laid out joke? A witch, a streamer and a person who is way too wired walk up to a dragon.
She takes a deep breath, taking off her glasses and exhaling fire.
Lucky for them they have one on their side as well. She steps past the wall as vambraces form, past the woman of wires as greaves melt on, and past the vibrant man as a chest piece is placed upon her breast and a guandao in her hands. A twirled is given of the weapon before it is held before her, taunting the bestial thing that towers over them all.
Master Gunner that was so scraggly and drunk when he stumbled aboard everyone forgot he was there and thought he was a stowaway until they cleaned up.
By majority vote, I have started the RP! I hope you all enjoy what I have planned. If you could all get your posts done by the end of the day on January the 4th, that would be great. Also, a friendly reminder to PM me if you have any ideas for villains or story arcs.
Time for unmitigated property damage
Faint scratching of charcoal on paper rolls across the rooftop. A dull sun illuminates a page written in greys, charcoal and snow intermixed into an obscure image. That corner might be a tree, and that box might be a cabin with a winding path up towards it.
She who is known as Princess hums softly, not quite ignoring the earpiece that rests gently on her ear but dimming the static of it. Orders are received with a muted interest and simple flick of a button to acknowledge.
The sketchbook is handed off into the claws of a bird, her eyes focused on the distant horizon. Then steps off the ledge, dress billowing out as a soft landing is achieved. For Princess that is, the slightly indented concrete is not a concern.
It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. Days like these are perfect for handling things not seen before. Like a metro scuffle! Fight? Semantics to keep her mind occupied as one heeled foot is set in front of the other.
There was no urgency, so what if her response time was slow? Strutting around as a human was refreshing and nothing called for anything unique. Suffice to say by the time she had arrived at the open air train station, walking by the gates and ticket booths to find…
A group around a chess game? Least she thinks it's chess, with the multiple pieces and checkered board. Those surrounding the players are quiet, and there seems to be no actual altercation happening. Just… a game.
One she did step up to watch. Pondering the many moves that have and will be taken between them, predicting that black would likely win with a French Defense. As minutes drag by, concentration and sweat increases until a victor is determined. Rippling groans and subdued cheers come from the group as some money is exchanged. Princess still sees no reason as to why she was called to this.
That is until the seated man who had lost notices her and stands with posthaste. “Aha, the ref is here!” He adjusts his glasses and steps around the table to swiftly approach her.
Princess, to her credit, merely tilts her head in confusion as he keeps talking. “I’m sure you have better things to do Ms. Hero, but rules are rules!”
Rules are something that tend to…cause issues for one such as her, but she does respond. Asking, “What rules?”
The chessplayer laughs, more nervously with a slight scratch at his temple. “Well, uh… We are SDNs junior chess club and we need an official to judge our matches. How else are we supposed to gain rank?”
“So you called me?” Now the princess is properly confused.
“Well, this is an emergency and any hero would have done it! We just need a card carrying member of SDN to sign off on this sheet.” He does indeed produce a sheet almost from nowhere. Clipped to a sturdy clipboard with a pen at the top. It clearly states ‘SDN Chess Witness Form A3-21’.
“I feel as if this shouldn’t be taking place in a train station if you need a witness to it.”
Another subdued chuckle. “Well uh, the club just so happens to be banned from SDN buildings…”
There is a story there, one that even she would like to hear but decides to not press into it. A thought is had, then two, before she simply decides to go along with it. She hadn’t seen a chess match in quiet some time after all.
A swift press of ink on paper leaves a mark that could be a signature and she sits in an available chair, acting as regal as her name as she presides over the next match.
@Redking0380 fix your hider, I think another one of your commands was mistyped as well
@Fetzen Don't forget to post it in the character tab!
working on an opening post, today! yay!
I do belive you pinged the wrong man
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