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🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I just noticed that one of the tags for this RP is "Romance". Not sure about you guys, but some of the potential pairings in here scare the crap out of me.

Looking at you, Lob.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Keystone

Location: Yellow Rose Temple, deep interior

Interacting With: Persephone, Yomdi

Looking to Temple Master Yomdi, the itinerant Keystone then understood that he was truly an old, wise, and ...well, disgusting man. Considering the fact that he had bonged a mightily epic fart through a full bathtub less than an hour ago, he was not in any position to judge. His own social indelicacy would likely be whispered about in this little hamlet for many years to come, told and retold, aggrandized to a thing of myth as the generations warped the retelling of it. The Lens of Time always seemed to magnify events, what few events it allowed through its smoky view. If he didn't do some massive Hero work, that would be his legacy in this corner of the world.

The "training" that Yomdi proposed would not help with his reputation in this regard. All the same, there might be some wisdom in accenting his natural gastrointestinal talents.

"Cracked a wine glass that way earlier, I did. I was closer, though."

Maybe this was about control. Putting the same kind of focus and muscle control into his belch that he did expelling his fetid and infernal ass air earlier in the evening. Truth be told, he didn't even think about funneling personal energies through concentrated eructation. The technique wouldn't involve the manipulation of air, at least not directly. It would be more accurate to state that it was a manipulation of self, thusly expelling air. It was worth a try. His stomach still had not calmed, at least not fully, from the events prior to entering the temple.

Cautiously, Keystone swallowed a mouthful of air. While not the totality of the the belch he tried to summon, he hoped it would be the primer necessary to draw upon the reserves of gasses in his stomach. As a practiced motion, he brought his feet out into a widened stance and clasped one hand in the other before his chest, index fingers extended and pointed skyward. He took in a deep breath, and began to resonate a low, steady hum, a method utilized by a man trying to center himself. His abdominal muscles contracted and released in a manner to which he was not fully accustomed. He could feel a familiar stirring.

His meditative hum was joined by a second sound - a bubbling drone hidden inside of his dense flesh, seeming to respond to and reinforce his vocal monotone. The source of this noise ascended slowly from the pit of his stomach to the center of his chest, working, fighting its way into his throat.

It was there that the two noises merged. It became something resonant, echoing itself and entwining, asserting itself into a noise beautiful and frightening to witness. Just as the living dynamic of sound and vapor began to backdraft through his sinus cavity, Keystone threw his hands to his sides, balling large hands into inverted fists and opening his mouth wide to accommodate the surge of wind and sound.

"...mmmmMmmmMMMMMMMrrrrrRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG!"

It was a sound, comparatively brief for its intensity, a thing birthed by a thousand tiny keystrikes of a hellriffic piano, hammering upon his vocal cords with rapid precision as to disguise their separateness, the individual parts merging to draft an unmelodic, foamy whole. The concussion wave of its entrance into the greater world, while not a thing of intense power, was tangible enough to those present, as was the sonic reverberation of the act; it rattled in the bones of their chests with burbled gusto.

The robe upon the ground did not rise, nor did it dance for Keystone. There was no graceful arc and sudden dip. There was promise, however. A corner peeled from the ground and settled atop itself. A start, at the least.

"I ain't got the control I need on it just yet, Master Yomdi. But I'm knowing how to start. I'll meditate on it, then, and get back with you when our job's done, if'n I can." He nodded to Persephone and continued, "When we're done here, we ought get back to the others. Preparations, and such, eh?"

Keystone bowed his head and tapped his knuckles together, then stepped backwards. It was a gesture of respect, for the older Master and Persephone both, signaling the end of his required attentions.

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

At this point in time, I intend to complete the scene and politely back out of the RP.

I've had a great deal of amusement interacting with the other characters, which have been original (or excellent takes on existing) and entertaining. My difficulty lies in the fact that we have zero impact on the events unfolding. The fights scenes are static; our presence in them has no effect on the outcome. We had a plan in play, it was ignored.

Rat Boy kept the attack ongoing against Ves. maybe the rats couldn't hurt her directly, but it's a hell of a distraction.

Zero came up with an excellent plan on the spot designed to take out a chunk of the attacking army all at once, that in my opinion shouldn't have done absolutely nothing.

El Sasquatcho has been playing a psychological game from the start, not to mention hurling an Owlman at Ves and charging after it.

It appears that our benevolent GM is involved with a number of RPs, possibly enough to stretch himself too thin. If this is the case, I'd be more than willing to step up my Co-GMness and take over the combat sequences here. I'm actually not bad, listen to feedback, and don't promote my characters to the detriment of other players'. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a total Virginia Smoked Ham with it, but everybody gets a slice. On the other hand, if this is Standard Operating Procedure, there's little reason for me to have the Co ribbon.

It's a shame, I really like writing for El Sasquatcho. He's a damned colorful character and I hope I get to use him another time. Provided he survives (and he should, he's a very lucky guy), he's going to get Zero to a hospital, hop in his El Camino, and drive far away from Gotham on his original mission.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

To quote the canon texts of Sundos's people:

"Yay verily, thou sucketh."

All be praised.

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

Yeah, or El Sasquatcho's? I thought we had a plan in the works, here.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"Yeah," began Keystone, "Let's get out of here. Maybe whomever's got his stuff can find use from it all. He was a giving sort."

He returned to the outside, looking around at the poorer section of the city around him. The forgotten people of a city; Keystone's own childhood had him in a place similar. He turned back to Saran, waiting for her to fully catch her breath before mounting his horse and speaking.

"He didn't have a whole lot, least not to speak on. Couple of weapons I never learned how to use, some kind of giant insect armor, his holy symbol. All things that'd be better off with his kin. Maybe whatever whitehats sponsored him, if any. Up and comin' Knight might have made use of 'em."

He paused for a moment, "Thinking on it, I believe he left his donkey back in Two Stars, on account of the running and the dying and such, though I'm doubtful it's still available. He did have some traveling gear and a bit of extra coin what may have been of use to us. Not needed, mindya, but useful."

He shook his head, reigning the horse toward the city gates. "Y'know, Saran... It's been a sod-awful morning. Can't seem to keep a thought in my head." Keystone locked eyes with her, very mildly stressing his next sentence, "P'raps we should talk 'bout it when my head is clear of these intrusions."

While keeping it subtle, he hoped not too subtle. The words he chose were Saran's own from earlier when Kaylee was elsewhere. Whatever she was doing was less effective and Keystone wanted her to know. While still unsure as to whether the misplaced spirit was a threat, he large man was concerned that she seemed to be pushing his baser instincts, particularly as it involved hurting others.

This was a personality trait he had worked for a very long time to control - Keystone embraced by rage was a horrifying thing, best left tucked away until it was absolutely necessary for survival, his or another's.

"C'mon then, let's get out on the Way."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

You, have no, idea.

@knighthawk

"Ready, normal people?" [+]

Justice League: Futures End

Not personally a contact, more of an assumption that his mother would know how to get in contact with the League given her history with it. If Batman is the senior surviving member, he'd be the guy that got the messages.

I don't think there'd have ever been a time that Maxus-El would have met or spoken with anyone from the JL, though he would be well informed from a technical and historical aspect (i.e. perused detailed files).

Justice League: Futures End

Movement, most notable by streaking white lines so numerous as to blend together into a scintillating, monochromatic blur, suddenly slowed. The ship's visuals reported the sudden deceleration by shortening the lines into mere white dots, moving solidly against the blackness.

The center of the screen soon showed an anomaly amongst the black and white; a tiny blue dot, slowly but steadily growing larger. A practiced hand operated the console below the screen, expanding the image to several times its original size. Land masses, hidden in many places by white cloud cover, rose brown and verdant both from the huge masses of water dominating the sphere. Yes, this was it, the very sphere home to part of his lineage.

It seemed quaint, really. To look at, quite unimportant. Yet, so much drama had occurred, and likely still would, for whatever reason due to various importances assigned to this rock by Powers That Be established eons upon eons before life of any kind oozed and spread across its primitive surface. And yet, up until fairly recently, every inhabitant of this planet was certain that it was the center of the universe.

My, how things change.

Uncertain as to the total range of the native planetary sensors (or even if they had systemwide sensory technology), it was probably best to make his presence as least detectable as possible. A few icon taps on a virtual board enabled vocal commands, and the pilot spoke a base few words to the onboard intelligence.

"خاموش چلانے جہاز کی چادر ، کے ساتھ روابط بڑھائے ."

The ship slowed just a bit more, unnecessary lights dimming. Ion engine noise lessened considerably, and to anyone attempting to view the shapely, vaguely triangular vessel from outside, it seemed to have blurred and vanished.

"بہترین . ایک پرسکون اترنے کے لئے تیار ."

The display blinked a query. From the look of the images on the screen, it was a question of geography. The pilot smiled, amused at himself for forgetting something as simple as the landing point. Any reasonably built up world would have had appropriate planetary coordinates sent out to incoming ships, but this spinning blue mass wasn't quite there yet.

Examining the geographical features around his intended destination on the planet, he addressed onboard navigational directly.

"بہترین . ایک پرسکون اترنے کے لئے تیار ." He pressed a secluded looking spot on the map, and continued. "سے باہر کے بارے میں دو سو میل ..." Though seeming to have a little trouble forming the last word, he pushed through it admirably to finish with: "...Metropolis."

***

The ship landed undetected amongst tall peaks and evergreen trees. The scent of pine and freshly moved earth floated on the breeze as the pilot emerged from a dark recess in the side of a cliff face. From the air, merely a crack in the mountainside; but from dead on it exposed enough space to hover an Imperial Corvette into, which is precisely what had just occurred.

He stepped out into the bright, dazzling light of the high sun and breathed deeply of Earth's native air. Something about this was absolutely invigorating. He stared upwards, looking at the light filtering through the needle-bearing trees, and understood that he wanted more of this radiance. The planetary newcomer crossed his arms and raised himself from the ground, in defiance of gravity.

Chasing the growing exposure of this yellow brilliance, he levitated ever faster to clear the treeline, to break into open air. In short seconds, he basked in its warm glow. Many minutes passed before he remembered that he came all this way for a purpose, and should probably return to it. Still keeping under the undiluted rays of the sun, the traveler got his bearings and flew, blurring his image for his speed, eastward.

***

Some time had passed before he realized that he was unsure of the proper direction. This planet moved at a constant rate, but it also seemed to have a tilt to it, something he did not account for. To his credit, the same planetwide systems that would have given him proper landing coordinates (that this one obviously did not have) would have also oriented his landbound navigation. Against his credit, he had just overlooked this earlier and felt like a moron for it. Nothing else to do but to ask a native for directions.

He got his chance very soon.

The older gentleman looked to be fixing a fence outside of a private residence. You'd have thought he had soiled himself by the reaction he gave, seeing someone in black, white, and gold Almeracian combat garb slowly and silently descending from the sky. As soon as the elder man got a good look at his face, however, something akin to hope spread across it. Hope, and lots of confusion.

"آپ کو طریقہ معلوم کریں ... Metropolis?" He tried again, slower and more enunciated. Yeah, like that was going to help. "Metro... ...polis?" Maybe he was saying it wrong. Either way, he didn't have time for this. The visitor reached into the mind of the native with an extension of his own will, and sought the information for himself.

"You will have to pardon my intrusion, um, Jimmy? Jim. Whatever."

So this was English. Coarse tongue, little in the way of artistry. Few structural rules - almost chaotic. But it would do.

"I understand that you have a "Smart Phone" on your person?"

The man, Jim, was shocked utterly. But he nodded and pulled out a largish mobile device. The visitor produced a small, translucent rectangle about the size of a thumbnail and held it over the earthly tech. He then inserted it into a slot on the wrist of his uniform.

"As do I, now. Thank you."

***

His experience with the Internet was horrifying. Let us say, there are certain words he would never include in a Google search ever again, although he was intrigued by a creature the Earthlings referred to as a "Cat". Eventually, he located the proper directions to his destination in Metropolis, and sent a message to his point of contact within the League.

Well, if not his contact, then his family's contact. He had no idea who it was, at any rate. The gist of it could be summarized as: "Almeracian Imperial Royalty requesting an audience with the League of Justice. Envoy requiring diplomatic courtesy."

A bit slower now, the visitor flew toward the distant cityscape in a standing position, hands crossed in front of him. His long, white cape flapped indiscriminately in the wind, somewhat to his annoyance. He was curious as to whether he could find some way to lose or destroy the cape before long, symbol of his status be damned.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

You can't blame Keystone for this one. Yomdi (quite literally) busted a nut on the temple wall first.