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2 yrs ago
Current Infamous adult words like "tax evasion" or "debit card"
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2 yrs ago
Nothing wrong with going "I dont want that." or "I wont join because of that." as long as whoever's doing that understands its a personal choice. People aren't owed an RP, and RPs aren't owed players.
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Someone: What's your favorite anime? Me: Its complicated youtu.be/qIZL5qeEKj0
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@gilgex there is not a single valid reason to hate people for their race, or any other biological factors they have no choice or control over
2 yrs ago
A rock stuck in your shoe, but like, metaphorically

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I'm a stupid idiot who runs away from problems instead of facing them. Trying to change that one place at a time.

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WIP for the fact that there's no prompt ATM, but one will be up ASAP



A single enforcer, presumably the leader of the would-be Governor's personal forces, had exited the fortress-estate. Vindicare XXIII's finger hovered unwavering beside the trigger well of his rifle. Killing this speaker during his attempted negotiations with the Justicar would be a sub-optimal usage of both their lives and his abilities. Keeping a careful watch over the front of the estate from his vantage, the heads-up display of his mask winked with indicators and waypoint markers designating points and individuals of interest.

Agent LII, while not a true Vindicare Assassin, was a skilled and valuable reconnaissance spotter and second set of eyes for Vindicare operations. While the skills of the Imperium's master marksmen were formidable, they could not be in two places at once, and operatives like Agent LII were designed to make up for that. From a secluded and secure position, he was able to keep watch and selectively tag hostiles and locations of importance.

Based on their combined observations, the fortress was nearly impregnable in design. The construction was concentrated in being defended from all directions from uprisings from the hiver population, with the only reliable means of entry being from above, despite the lack of any clear landing pad or other means of aerial insertion. The only clear-cut way would be to blast down the door or scale the walls, a classic siege.

Opening up internal vox-comms communications with Justicar Autark and Lieutenant Brusilov both, Vindicare XXIII offered them a basic relay of information from the viewpoints available to him, as well as a possible course of action.

"Justicar, Lieutenant, this is XXIII. Prep any means of breaching the main door now, secure all personnel from incoming fire, and ready any means of scaling walls that are at your disposal. Hostile at the entrance will be eliminated upon affirmation from Autark."

Unless any objections were made, if the affirmation were to arrive, the powerful Turbo-Penetrator round of the Exitus rifle would rip through the Enforcer sent to talk with the Justicar.

"Go to Si Wong City!" they said. "Its a traveler hotspot, you'll have work from all around the world!" they said. I'd have had better luck sailing...

These were the thoughts gracing Han Xin's mind as he tramped about the streets and alleyways of the desert cityscape. Si Wong City had seemed like a grand idea for his line of work, an apolitical hotspot of travel and trade where a man like himself was bound to find work suited for his skills...which was exactly the same idea every other damned blade for hire in the Earth Kingdoms had had, it would seem. Most of his current days in the city spent checking bounty boards and killing time, and his liver, in local bars and dives.

Perusing the streets of the city, his thoughts shifted to his current plan. Another small-fry crook in hiding. Enough for a bounty posting, not enough to actually have the city watch looking for him. It wasn't much, but it kept food on the table and a roof over his head. Plus, it gave him a target to vent his various frustrations on. Not a healthy coping mechanism, but certainly better than finding solace at the bottom of a bottle all the time.

As some might say 'Speak ill of spirits, and they shall come', for it would seem that just by thinking of his target, the man appeared before him, stepping out of a dismal storefront of some kind and into the city streets. With little fanfare, Han Xin simply announced to the man that he should either come with him now, or be forced to. Naturally, the man immediately sprinted off in the opposite direction, prompting a groan from Han Xin as he began the chase after him.

The man wasn't much faster than Han Xin, but catching him simply by running on foot wouldn't be enough. Arms angled to the side as he ran, Han Xin focused his knowledge of haphazard Earthbending to drag together loose stones, clumps of earth, and other small bits of malleable material suited to his bending ability and simply hurl them at the target with his powers. A shower of rock and hardened dirt pelted the man's back, sending him stumbling and slowing his pace considerably.

Rushing to apprehend the man with as little trouble as possible, Han Xin chased him into a more open marketplace, and quickly took advantage of an ample chance to strike. Using his spear as a tool, he pried a large chunk of ground loose and hefted it upwards in combination with his bending, quickly twirling his spear around and using the haft of the weapon to send the makeshift boulder sailing through the air, managing to clip the target on the back of the head and sending him crashing to the ground.

Shouting to any and all bystanders to clear the area, Han Xin moved in and worked to secure the bounty, reassuring the official nature of it all to anyone watching the excitement, and quickly binding the man's limbs. Once the man was carefully secured, Han Xin went about getting him up and moving, setting out to turn him in to the proper authorities.

Another day, another drink...
Definitely up for another of your ideas. Here's hoping others come flocking in.
Chapter Ten


As Jotaro held the beetle's tongue with his teeth, the others looked on in shocked awe and grave worry. The tongue of the beetle, despite being stopped by Jotaro's teeth, was ever so slowly inching its way into his mouth proper, the pincer-like fangs at the end of the necrotic tongue snapping and gnashing, trying to grasp Jotaro's own tongue.

Abdul eyed the beetle carefully before speaking in a stern, matter-of-fact voice. "Its as I feared, its after his tongue. This beetle is one of many linked to a long string of attacks leading to great calamity. Fortune tellers have linked the mysterious benefactor of these attacks to one of the tarot cards, earning them the name Tower of Grey! I've heard rumors and stories of the villain behind them, but nothing linking them to Dio. Tower of Grey does their work in secret, and very few people know that his attacks lead to mass disasters! Plane crashes, train derailments, and even fires. Many suspect the plane crash in England that killed three hundred people last year was Tower of Grey's doing!"

As Abdul finished his speech, Jotaro inhaled deeply, rushing air past the grip he had on the beetle's tongue. Quickly, his hands began to shine with his signature bright Ripple energy, the beetle's tongue barely able to withdraw as he let loose a wave of attacks accompanied by a cry of "Platinum Barrage Overdrive!"

The beetle manipulated by the mysterious Tower of Grey managed to avoid the attacks, however, much to the chagrin of the Joestar party. As the looks of panic began to wash over their faces, the voice of an elderly man began to speak, seemingly coming from the beetle itself.

"My control over the beetle is far too fine for such brutish attacks. Even if you fired a dozen guns from only a centimetre in front of me, none of the bullets could even touch any of my creatures. Not that guns could hurt the undead anyway..."

As the Joestar party quickly began to scan the cabin of the plane, desperately trying to identify the person in control of the vile insect, the beetle quickly darted out of sight again, moving almost too fast for the eye to see. As quickly as it darted away, it reappeared on the far end of the cabin from the Joestar party, catching their attention just long enough to swoop down and puncture through several of the passengers' seats and up into the back of their skulls, exiting out their mouths before swooping back up. Four passengers were killed in the dive, and the beetle controlled by Tower of Grey carried four human tongues along its own tendril-like one. Darting over to the wall of the cabin separating it from the cockpit, it used the blood of the tongue to write the phrase 'Massacre' across the wall.

"Now he's done it. If anyone sees that, there'll be a massive panic. It's time to burn that bug alive. Red Bind Overdrive!"

"Wait, Abudl, you can't! You'll burn the whole cabin!"

As Kakyoin rushed to stop Abdul from unleashing his attack, one of the passengers aboard the plane began to rouse from his sleep. The passenger in question was an elderly gentleman, complaining absentmindedly about the noises around the cabin and standing to march off to the restroom. As he walked, his hand brushed against the bloody text on the wall, and he slowly began to realize his hand was coated in blood. Before he could shout his fears to the cabin, Kakyoin rushed over and carefully knocked the old man unconscious.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, but we can't have any passengers causing an uproar. We can't have your flames igniting the airplane either, Abdul. Nor can we afford Jotaro's punches ripping a hole in the plane by accident. This calls for a more subtle form of Ripple manipulation, like my Emerald Splash."

"Heh heh heh! Noriaki Kakyoin, eh? Dio told me all about you, so don't even bother! You may have silence and subtlety on your side, but your speed is no match for my insect's!"

"We'll see about that! Emerald Splash Overdrive!"

As Kakyoin's hands were rapidly coated in the stash of Ripple-conducting water he kept on his person, his signature green Ripple energy began to charge through the water, turning the droplets themselves green and starting to solidify them. In one fluid motion, he shot them out towards the insect, hoping the supercharged water would puncture the beetle's undead flesh. However, the beetle was able to dodge the attacks, which quickly dispersed their Ripple and splashed against the cabin walls as harmless water once more. The beetle's tongue lunged out, slicing Kakyoin across the side of his face, nearly managing to reach his mouth.

The voice from within the beetle began to echo a series of taunts and jeers as Kakyoin fell to the floor of the airplane cabin, the others in the Joestar party growing increasingly panicked. As the insect buzzed above him, Kakyoin took the chance to lunge out with another splash of his signature Ripple technique with one hand, but the beetle dodged this as well. But as it lunged in again for another attack, Kakyoin gave a sly smile and shifted his other hand. The fabric and metal of the seatbelts of various empty plane seats near Kakyoin lunged upward, infused with a careful lace of green Ripple energy. These punctured and bound the beetle, before carefully ripping it to shreds.

The nearby old man, who Kakyoin had previously knocked unconscious, writhed and flexed in pain before collapsing back to the floor in a heap, his body withering into a shriveled imitation of its rejuvenated self, looking true to his vampiric nature.
Chapter Nine


Within the Kujo residence, Kakyoin and Abdul stood in the courtyard, eyeing the entrance as doctors sent by the Speedwagon Foundation, a longtime ally of the Joestar family, arrived. As Abdul spoke, grave concern for Holly and her condition laced every word. The nature of her illness burrowing at the forefront of their minds.

"For now, Mrs. Kujo's stand is only on her back. But in time, her whole body may very well be overtaken by that vile mass of vampiric tendrils. Many forms of sickness will then come over her. First a high fever, then eventually a coma. But the end of the journey will be death, for sure. These doctors sent by the Speedwagon Foundation at Mr. Joestar's request will care for Mrs. Kujo nonstop, but no doctor can even understand what we're dealing with, much less cure her of her ailments. In the past, I've seen people far stronger than her fall to the corruption of vampire infections just like this. But there is still hope for Mrs. Kujo. It'll take nearly a month, almost fifty days or so, for her to reach the final stages of her illness. We just need to defeat Dio in Egypt before then, to sever the link between her infection and Dio's vampiric body!"



Meanwhile, within the Kujo home proper, Jotaro and Joseph were keeping watch over Holly as she suddenly roused to an awakened state. Her sudden energy was a sharp contrast to the illness she'd been showing just moments before. This caught both Jotaro and Joseph by surprise, eyes looking at her with grave concern as she tried to conduct herself with the same cheerful tone and attitude as usual.

"I don't know what happened, I never pass out like that! But I feel much better after taking some medicine."

Jotaro watched his mother carefully as she smiled cheerfully at her father and son. She doesn't know yet. It's on her back, so she can't see it...

"Holly! You had us all worried. You shouldn't scare your old man like that, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Brush your teeth when you get up, its good manners!" As Joseph continued to spout personal care orders at Holly, he rushed about, cleaning her hair, cutting up some food, and coddling over his daughter in every way imaginable.

Eventually, Holly had enough of this coddling and cooing from her father, shifting the blankets covering her aside to try and stand up. "Okay, its time I got up and started to cook dinner! What would you like, Jotaro?"

Jotaro and Joseph both grew wide-eyed as Holly tried to get up from the bed, and Jotaro even began to shout. "You don't need to do that! Stay in bed!"

"I mean...don't spread your germs around, the rest of us don't wanna get sick. Besides, I'm not that hungry anyway, so just rest up."

"Heh heh...Yes, son. Everyone is so nice when I'm sick. I guess a little cold isn't bad from time to time..."

As Holly laid back into the bed, she almost immediately dropped back into a deep sleep, catching Joseph and Jotaro off-guard. Joseph rushed to check on her, feeling for a fever.

"Holly! She's passed out cold again! She was acting fine, but now she's got a huge fever. She didn't say a word, but I'm sure she noticed the tendrils on her back. Its just like her, to try and hide it from everyone, to keep us from worrying. We have to save her. We can't let Dio get away with this! Listen to me, Holly, we'll make it better. I swear. There's nothing for you to worry about, just lie back and take it easy."

As Joseph watched over Holly like a wolf guarding his cub, Kakyoin and Abdul entered the room as well. Upon seeing Holly laying in the bed as she was, a look of solemn sadness and concern stretched itself across Kakyoin's face.

"Jojo's mother...She's the kind of woman who can make you feel relaxed just by being near her. If I was going to fall in love, I'd want it to be with a woman like her. I feel like I want to protect her with my life, to see her feeling better and smiling."

"I think its time, everyone. Kakyoin, Mr. Joestar, Jotaro, let's go."



Elsewhere, within his mysterious hideout, the infamous Dio eyed a camera very carefully. Raising a hand, a similar purple energy to that of Joseph's Ripple technique swirled around it, however it also carried within it a baleful and sinister energy, like the very Ripple essence itself had been corrupted. As the hand came colliding with the camera, the dark energy of Dio's Ripple coursed through the device, not damaging it like Joseph's own version of the technique, but still depositing out a photograph of Joseph Joestar and Jotaro Kujo aboard a plane.

"Just as I thought. They've found out where I am, so they've come for me. Joseph. Jotaro."



Aboard the plane, a sleeping Joseph Joestar was startled awake by a bizarre sensation. He could sense it in the very fiber of his being. Dio was watching him. Jotaro opened his eyes and cocked his head to look at his grandfather subtly. He had felt it too.

"He saw us, Jotaro. Dio was watching us just now."

"Yeah, I felt it too..."

"A new henchman of his could already be on the plane. We better watch out."

Just as they finished speaking, a faint buzzing sound caught their attention. A large insect was darting about the cabin, eventually headed right for the Joestar party. As it flew closer, Joseph was able to get a quick look at it, noticing that it appeared necrotic and rotting in nature, as though ruled by the same undead forces as vampiric zombies and other biological terrors of that nature.

As the party of four all came to and spotted the creature, it quickly darted back out of sight, into the seats of the plane. The group conferred among themselves, noting its necrotic nature and that it was some form of beetle, likely spawned from the lands of Egypt, where Dio lay in waiting for them.

Suddenly, it shot up back into view, directly beside Jotaro's head. As he turned to look, it frothed and snarled, a malformed and vampiric pincer tongue began to slither out from its jaw-like appendages. Slowly channeling his piercing white Ripple energy around his hands, Jotaro suddenly darted out to grapple the tainted beetle. However, it quickly managed to dodge his grappling attack, darting to the side and suddenly lunging its pincer tongue out at Jotaro. Using his Ripple-infused hands, he tried to catch the tendril, but it pierced through his palm instead, lunging for his tongue directly. Thinking quickly, Jotaro channeled some of his Ripple energy into his teeth, carefully catching the beetle's tongue and holding it in place.
I'd love to be on-board if you'd have me.
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