Scarifar

Royal Rumble!

Michael Angie

Michael stared absentmindedly out the window of the car as it drove along. It had been a long day, and he was getting tired. He let out a long sigh. Maybe if he just closed his eyes, let them rest a little.... yeah....

He jolted back up as Alexander snapped. Oh man, how long was I out? Michael thought as he tried to clear his mind and eyes as fast as he could. It seemed the excitement of the day was not quite done yet. Michael listened in on Alexander as he talked into the phone, and got a few bits of notable info out of it. Samoth... Samoth... the name sounded familiar to Michael, yet he couldn't quite place it just yet. Then it came to him: Samoth the Nullifier. So Alexander even had a connection to that guy. Interesting. Michael immediately summoned his paintbrush and applied Body Art to his arms and legs. The designs were simple, just basic strength and speed enhancements, but they would do for now.

Michael followed Alexander into the lobby, feeling slightly uneasy. It was Vitorio they were dealing with, among other things. Michael had never actually met the guy before, but that too was an issue, as he had very little idea what they would be up against. At least with Alexander around, things had a smaller chance of going wrong. Right?

Michael returned his focus to the world around him, seeing that Alexander was now speaking to Alto. Michael took a good long look at the guy. Rarely did he have an opportunity to see Alto Ganze this close, and he would make full use of it.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Guys, slow down, jeez. I can barely keep up in my old age (read: laziness) these days.

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Mephisto: I like the pickpocket one, and the "normal-looking" one is good too. So is "tired and occult", actually.

Alto: Probably your favorite's the one I'd go with, though the short n soft one could work too. For reasons :P

King: Not a fan of any of these. If I had to pick one, though, I think I'd go with the action one.

Clara: I've always pictured Clara to have black hair and red eyes, making the red eyes Clara my favorite. Ethereal Clara (bottom one) is a close second though. Demon Clara and "occulty schoolgirl" ain't bad either.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Man, there's nothing quite like reading a bit of the ol' SCP wiki. So many weird things in there. So many unspeakable and unthinkable horrors, both literally and figuratively, and all of varying kinds.

Royal Rumble!

((Part 2 of the Collab between Scarifar, Letter Bee, CavnderOHeart, and RoflsMazoy.))

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Vernon exhaled. "It wasn't natural, chances are it was his murder." Vernon told her, not taking into regard the emotional stakes. He took out this phone, which had an active redlight where the camera should be. "I was recording our... adventure prior to this. Not for the faint hearted, few." He pressed on the upper volume button and it started to play. Vernon quietly thought to himself, and said. "Excuse me I need to go outside." Vernon had handed Michael the phone and walked outdoors.

In the cold he began to sing his own song. This time focusing on others in Rhea, he wanted to draw out the attention of the Gods that had given them all their powers. He was planning this attack for a full month, and had fought in his dreams; only to remember in real life. Vernon began to use blizzard here and hurled a snowball at someone across the street. His sheer energy and emotions from singing reached people the joined him.

Vernon finished his song with clean\singing vocals. "Dear, God. Dear God. I will find out who uou are! Dear God! Let's see what your purpose with us, mortals lie. Dear God. Let's see! What we're all made of." He sent his everything to the sky, to the places he believed the God's reside. Vernon, tired now, sat down, and waited for Ascot and Michael. His phone was blinking green, which meant as they-ascot and others-a few months learned Vernon and Mafia recruits were in need of help. As vernVe was a son, mafia Recruiter, and a boyfriend .he wants to become a leader; a Deityologist a few months ago ernon had proved to others that these God's and Goddesses even Evil's exist. All Vernon was have Willy reveal them with his AOF, as he used Scream For My, which as a emotional and trapping weapon accentuated Willy's summoning Ability as Vernon called it.

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Michael stared at Vernon as he left, briefly wondering where he was going before returning his attention to the girl. There was a lot of uncertain information he had just learned from this exchange alone, and undoubtedly there was much more to learn. Meanwhile the phone continued to play the video, with Michael still holding it up for the girl to see.

"..." The girl said nothing as she watched. "I don't understand... What have I got to do with all of this?"

Ascot looked sad, "Because you are the only person Baumann holds dear; or at the very least, he values you. What we want to know is...why? That and his killer might go after you."

The girl paused for a few seconds.

"...I was created." She said, quietly. "In the facility, one of their projects... That's what he said. I don't have a gift... A name... He never told me why he took me here either."

It seemed like she was having some trouble coming to terms with the situation. Currently she had nothing to her name, and once discharged she'd be homeless. She didn't understand why she'd be worth something, especially to the one who had left her here.

Perhaps it was out of only love that Dr. Baumann had put her there, but would that really be the case? If there was some other reason then it was lost with his death. The spirit of his house couldn't read his mind in life. And the girl most certainly didn't know.

Ascot closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, as if seeking something inside himself. Once he opened them again, he would smile, and say to the girl, "Then I'll give you a name. A name and a family." His shoulders relaxed, "How do you like the name 'Christine Ascot'?"

The boy was already making arrangements in his mind...

Michael was already putting away Vernon's phone and taking out his own to jot down new notes when the girl began to speak. This was quite the find when it came to information. Sure, it wasn't much but a bunch of loose ends, but perhaps something may come of them. Finishing up, Michael finally looked up from his phone and looked towards Ascot. "You know, you guys are just dropping bombshell after bombshell here."

Turning to the girl, Michael said, "We're very sorry about this; this is rather sudden. We promise to explain everything later and answer all your questions. Right now, though, we need to get you someplace safe, and a hospital is definitely not a safe place."

"..." The girl seemed to be considering her choices.

"...I'll come then," She said with a sigh. She still didn't understand why anyone would be after her, but she didn't feel like staying here much longer. "If you're going to give me a name then I want my father's last name at least."

A nod from Ascot. "I can give that. Christine Baumann." He then took out his phone to call Alexander, only to be met with a series of yells.

"Little Bro!" the older man's voice was saying, "Your boyfriend is causing a large crowd to do nothing but sing! What's happening here?!"

A brief explanation from Ascot later, Alexander would say: "Oh, so you know nothing of what Vernie is doing. And now you want me to adopt someone with connections to a clandestine facility operated by an unscrupulous scientist." A pause. "You are lucky I am such a softie. I'm coming right now; in the magic-resistant armored car."

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Michael Angie

@Letter Bee@RoflsMazoy

"Make it float?" Michael asked in incredulity, turning to Ascot and Vernon. Looking back at the rubble, Michael gave it a hard examination. "Hmmm..." He had considered making Trap Arts that made their victims float in mid-air; it did seem far more difficult to escape a trap with nothing to push or pull on, and it was certainly worth experimentation. However, what Vernon was suggesting was not something Michael had considered his Trap Arts to perform. It was one thing to get a rock or two that landed inside the Trap Art to float, but it was another to move a large amount of rubble that was already in the way.

"Give me a bit of time, I might be able to work something out," Michael said, already drawing up some strength-enhancement Body Art on his arms. With his brush in hand, he got to work setting up the circle. The necessary symbols were quickly put into place, and any pieces of rubble in the way were moved aside. Within a couple minutes, the Trap Art was complete. Giving it one final look-over, Michael nodded and said to Vernon and Ascot, "Right, stand back now." With a mental command, Michael activated the Trap Art. The effect was immediate. The rubble began to float in mid-air, then was blown out via a strong wind. Much of the rubble was soon cleared away, and the few pieces that remained were well out of the way and barely even an inconvenience. "I think that'll do," Michael said, examining his handiwork once the deed was done.

Royal Rumble!

((Collab between Letter Bee, Scarifar, and RoflsMazoy.))

The Spirit materialized as the spirit of a very young girl, with bandages loosely draped all over her. She was wearing a hospital gown and had many scars on what visible skin she had.

"Hello," She greeted. "Are you finally back?"

Ascot blinked at that. "Who is finally back?"

The spirit tilted its head, staring quizically at the two before her.

"Oh, you weren't from here then. I thought Mephisto had come back." She said with a sigh. "This place has been abandoned for a long time, maybe 5 years or so? I haven't seen another soul enter since then."

"Hmm..." Michael thought out loud. There was a plethora of information to be gathered here. Michael had to hand it to Ascot; the guy had a lot more info than Michael could've imagined. All one needed was to ask the right questions. Hopefully that wouldn't be too hard. Opening up a notepad app on his phone, Michael asked the spirit, "What did Mephisto come here for?"

Ascot would then smile at Michael; he was clearly smart, then ask the spirit his own question: "What was your structure used for?"

"Oh, magic experiments, mostly, but I think Mephisto was here for something else." The spirit said. "We did all kinds of things, really. Weapons, Alchemy, animals, you name it. A lot of people came in, but not all of them are out yet."

As the spirit talked, Michael was typing in the info onto his phone. It was vague, but it was something. "How long had this been going on? And if so many activities were being performed here, why was this place abandoned?" Michael continued to ask.

Ascot was more blunt. "Two things; any hints as to that 'something else' Mephisto spoke? And two, were any of his experiments on children?!"

"Hmmm, I think in the two years this place was operational Mephisto never once said why he did anything. He gave instructions but not all of them made sense." The spirit continued. "There were never any children here. It would've been too conspicuous, I think. He only went after people nobody would miss."

The spirit flickered for a moment, as if it were remembering something.

"The facility was abandoned when a few creations went wild. Most of the staff escaped unharmed, but well, you don't have to be the fastest when you're being chased by a hungry beast," She said. "You just have to be faster than your friend."

So an accident occurred. That was just typical of these facilities; there was always something that had to have gone wrong. Michael continued to press for more information. "Were there any experiments that the people here mainly focused on? Any that Mephisto was particularly interested in?"

Ascot paused, then asked, "Did Mephisto mention any God or Goddess while in here? Who was his chief subordinates in the facility and who among them survived its destruction? And a third question; did Mephisto use any powers here, and what were they if he did?"

"I can't be sure what they were interested in because they'd export documents all the time. Everything was gone by the time it all ended. The researchers mostly followed instructions sent to them from outside here, and the times when Mephisto came, he was usually just checking the facility." The spirit replied. "Although, the last time he came was a week before it all happened."

The spirit shifted uncomfortably.

"He used something, I don't know what it was, but there was red lightning. The animals started getting more aggresive and instructions stopped coming in. The staff didn't quit for some reason, not until everything came loose. Whatever Mephisto wanted, I think he got it."

So many questions, yet the answers only gave way to more questions. The "red lightning" part was definitely of particular interest, though. More research would have to be done on that. As for the researchers, well either they were crazy enough to continue working in such hazardous conditions, or Mephisto had far more influence on them than what even money could provide. Well, that wasn't too surprising, considering how little anyone could find on they guy, even with Ascot's abilities.

"I have nothing left to ask. What about you, Ascot?" Michael asked.

Ascot said, "One last question, building. Do you have a list of surviving researchers? Wait, there's another one; has Mephisto ever mentioned St. Laurel's or St. Laurel himself?"

"I don't know what St. Laurel's is. I don't think he ever mentioned it, but I can't be sure." She replied. Not being from the city of Rhea, this would be the expected answer. "Well, as for the surviving researchers..."

She spent the next couple of minutes giving them a list of names.

"That should be all of them..." She finished.

Ascot yawned in tiredness, then said, "Spirit, thank you for your time." He gave a slight bow, before turning to Michael once more. "I instructed Samoth to keep any fight going as long as possible; we have time for one last trip. A trip to Andre Baumann's place. Interested?"

"Sure, why not," Michael agreed, putting away his phone. "Seems more interesting than what King was gathering Vigilantes for."

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Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Kho Here, all I did was slap them together in Sony Vegas. Might have had to do a tiny bit of resizing to get it to work properly. Not the most conventional method, but it works. You could probably just do the same thing in Photoshop or something, it's not that hard.