Silverstein

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

Derald Smith

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“Just a piece of the puzzle, the boy's cheating father, who carries the same blood as Evan's” Derald answered, his voice edged with steel as he flicked his lighter. He masked his trembling hands beneath his jacket, savoring the bitter comfort of a cigarette. If he was going to meet an Executor's blade, at least he would go out on his own terms.

“I’m not getting the answers I needed, so I’ve decided to bring the only thing that makes sense.” The mafiaso explained to the nun.

“Look, this whole mess feels like a misunderstanding. One domino tips, and suddenly everything's chaos. But hey, it could be worse. Nothing truly bad has happened yet, unless you count me using magecraft on a civilian.” Derald confessed, a crooked grin flickering across his face.

“We wanted the same thing, right? Doing our job, doing your job... everyone wins, right?” He continued.

“How about we come to a compromise? no need to soil those very VERY sharp tentacle like blades.” Derald gulped.

“Also, did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful blue eyes? Miss?”

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

Derald Smith

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New Covenant Christian Academy

“Aight, Thanks, CC. That’s a 10-4.” Derald drums his fingers, then fires off the message to the mysterious number.

“All right, you filthy half-blood perv, get moving. We're going to see the family you ruined and undo whatever it is you've done with your demon juice. Seriously, wear protection next time, dude” Derald shakes his head and escorted the brainwashed husband towards the Amari Residence.

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The Amari Residence.

The door flies open. Derald roughly shoves Lucas as they enter the room, making him trip on the floor.

“Get up!” the young mafioso snapped, hauling Lucas upright and strapping him to a chair. A violent glimpse into why the Cascade mafia keeps him around and why Mob boss Kate has an affinity for him. He is one of their top grunts, their poisoner, their torturer, a man who makes a living out of abduction and interrogation.

“Why hello, Miss Amari, Sorry you have to see this but you want a resolution on what happened to your son? Well, here’s the cause. You might wanna leave the room, things could get ugly.” Derald's tone changes into something more gentle when speaking to the lady.

“Well, here’s the package that I promised. Right now, he is under my spell, he’s obedient as a familiar,” He said to the group.

He dials a video call to their boss, Leonardo, to oversee the situation.

“Right, I believe time is of the essence before our ‘unpleasant guest’ arrives. Let's start with three simple questions: State your name, what have you done with the child, and is there a cure for all of this?” Derald said, getting straight to business.

Majutsushi Ansatsu: Yume no Kiseki

“Those Boars look strong, I wanna fight them!”

Triss wasted no time, declaring her choice with a spark in her eyes. The thrill of battle and the urge to push her strength to its edge fueled her decision.

Usually, she would charge down the heroic path, rescuing lost children from shadowy tunnels, cutting down monsters, and celebrating with a hearty pint on the way back. But this time, she knows her bulky armor would only slow her in the tight, damp, twisting corridors. The optics do not favor her for this quest. Which, in perspective, is a failed result.

Instead, she decides to play to her strengths.

“I have no patience for lawbreakers. The law exists for a reason and must be upheld. No one is above it. Order is everything. Maybe those Belua never learned the city's ways,” declared the steadfast Gladiator dwarf, pondering what had gone wrong in that corner of the city. Maybe the officers there had simply stopped caring. Perhaps it's time to reeducate those gangsters and bring justice to the land.

“Hey there, Gloomy one and shy slithery friend,” Triss greeted Hector from a far.

“Can't help but to notice you and i are picking the same quest. Perhaps you could use some muscle going into that lawless land. The name’s Triss.” The dwarven gladiator extended her hand.

@The Irish Tree

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I'll post Bullseye's POV later this week. @Eddie Brock was kind enough to share one his property and hope to do it some justice.

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MRS. & MR. DAREDEVIL
MRS. & MR. DAREDEVIL

Issue# 4.1: Let the devils out.
Location: 42nd St. Underground Subway

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“So the devil comes in pairs.” Muse glees under his mask.

For the notorious serial killer, Muse is enjoying every bit of this. He sees this as his twisted stage. For every murder he commits, and every life he takes, is a stroke of his dark art.

For the daredevils, it's different; every second counts. Hostages remain stranded below, desperate for help as time slips away.

“Careful, this guy is very elusive, unpredictable, and kinda annoying actually,” Elektra said in earshot of Matt.

“Yeah, I can’t get a read on him,” Matt replied.

“What’s the plan?” Lady Daredevil asked.

“Get close to him. Swing hard and fast until you hear his bones break.” Matt adjusts his jaw and brandishes his billy clubs.

Matt and Elektra surge forward in perfect harmony, a deadly duet of precision. Two lethal ninjas are closing in, a nightmare for anyone who is on the receiving end of this attack.

Muse braces for impact. His Inhuman ability is his only defense. However, even those who are difficult to detect are vulnerable at close range.

Elektra leaps into the air and pounces as Daredevil comes straight at him with a closed fist.

Muse draws a gun, hesitating over which one to shoot.

Too slow.

Matt’s baton ropes lash out, tangling his arm, leaving him wide open and messing with his aim.

BAP!! BAP!! BAP!!

Muse shoots wildly and misses.

Elektra seizes the moment, driving a kick straight into his face.

It is followed by Daredevil yanking his arm and dragging him towards him, repeatedly smashing his face with his baton.

In desperation, Muse catches one of his billy club and breaks it with ease, showing a bit of his inhuman strength.

The broken club slows Daredevil for a heartbeat, forcing him to switch from weapon to bare fists.

THUMP!! THUMP!! THUMP!!

The blind hero was relentless in his strike, as if possessed.

THUMP!! THUMP!! THUMP!!

Matt’s knee hammers into Muse’s torso again and again. The subway rings with the music of ribs cracking, flesh bruising, pain reverberating with every blow.

Elektra slips from the shadows, her sai plunging into Muse’s leg and pinning him in place. She spins, her kick sending Muse stumbling into Matt’s waiting fists.

Matt is ready, landing a brutal punch to Muse’s jaw—a vicious one-two that leaves their foe reeling.

Muse staggers, dazed, the world spinning in a dizzy blur. He raises his hands in defense, but it is hopeless.

Daredevil grapples with him, grabbing him by his arm.

SWUNG!! CRACK!!

Matt strikes swiftly, snapping the artist’s arm. Muse’s elbow wrenches out of place, bone nearly breaking through skin.

The onslaught didn’t stop there, as both horned heads released a flurry of kicks, knees, and punches. They trade blows, dismantling the killer piece by piece, giving him no chance to recover.

Muse collapses to his knees, battered and broken. He is simply outmatched and yet even as he endures the beating of his life, a twisted smile lingers—he seems almost delighted.

“So much pain! I didn’t know my elbow could bend the other way.” The artist mused about his injury as he knelt. He is winded and broken.

“Such a refined taste for violence, you have my respect from one artist to another, I doubt you'll give me your real identity." Muse looks at Daredevil.

"As for you, I’d know that scent anywhere: Elektra Murdock.” Muse’s grin widens beneath his mask. His artist’s intuition and sensory vortex reveal truths hidden even behind masks. He can paint a picture with just a few details and, in his twisted mind, decipher it. If only he used his detective gifts for good, the world might be brighter.

“How?…Do you know this hack?” Matt muttered under his breath, tilting his head at Elektra.

“He’s my previous client. Bastian Cooper, I didn’t know he was the infamous serial killer of New York.”

“I’m flattered that you remember, Attorney. I guess we all have secrets, huh? I would laugh harder, but I believe my ribs are broken.” Muse lets out a weak wheeze.

“An inhuman serial killer guised as a cop, with military-grade weapons. Ain’t that convenient?” Matt said, crossing his arms.

"I have my patrons who appreciate my artwork."

“He’s too dangerous to live. He knows my secret. I hate loose ends.” Elektra’s jaw tightens, recalling her promise to Asa to end this monster.

Elektra lashes out, her ropes coiling around Muse’s throat, tightening with every heartbeat as she chokes the life from him.

“No, Don’t! Leave him to the justice system. He can keep his secret rotting behind bars. We’re better than this.” Matt pleaded.

“…” Elektra let it linger; she can almost see the light leaving the killer's eyes from where he stands.

Matt moves to intervene, but then hears his wife’s heartbeat steady, signaling her restraint.

“Tch, Fine, I knew you would say that.” Elektra sighed and reluctantly stood down, listening to reason.

“I sense a lover’s quarrel or maybe a clash of ideals. Maybe you should let me go while you two work it out.” Muse wheezes, struggling for breath after the chokehold.

“…” Both the daredevils paused and looked at each other.

“Stay out of this!!” Matt and Elektra stood tall, frowning. They finish with a final boot to the face, knocking Muse out cold.

The police and the paramedics flood the subway as the devils of Hell’s Kitchen leave without a trace. The hostages are freed, and the Ripper of New York is left behind, tied and wrapped up as a gift for Commissioner Nalini Karnik and Officer Misty Knight to arrest.

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No, no. I didn't mean that. I was just fooling around and picturing a scenario--- Unless?

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Just a short little post to keep us going.

To kill the Punisher is now available on Amazon for just 19.99$

@Colonel Sep

Publishing a book about a delusional war criminal vigilante? Lock Mr. Paxton up. There would be no nonsense in my city - Mayor Fisk, probably

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Just curious but who is all going to the New York event?

@Theyra

IIRC Ben Tennyson, Invincible, Buffy(Wonder Woman), and Black Knight are already fighting the beast. And the Daredevils are helping the civilians for the vibes.

Spellcasters on the Misty Shores (Nasuverse RP set in America) [Closed]

Derald Smith

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Derald glances at his phone, his eyes widening at the clusterfuck unfolding from their investigation at Amari’s place. Apparently, A member of the Holy Church is already on the way there. Nothing about that spells good news as things escalated.

“Excuse me, pastor Gabriel, I have to take this,” Derald said, pointing at his phone, and excused himself as He went outside.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Derald muttered, his voice trembling with panic as he sprinted towards the bathroom.

He lights up his cigarette and leans on wall, this technique helps him calm his nerves and his mind. A self-hypnosis spell that makes him think more rationally.

The mobster sighs, resolve settling in. He knows what must be done to salvage this mess. He reaches for his other phone and calls in a hit from his underground criminal connections.

“Hey, boss ma’am, it’s me. I’m cashing in my favor, You still have connections at Millhaven right?” Derald said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I like you to make a hit, a manhunt, I want him alive, A man named Lucas Anderson. ASAP”
“Make sure to bring only Men and some resistance, this guy is a sexual deviant. I don’t want your guys drooling over his incubus charm.”
“Yeah, I’ll send in his picture, and I want the boys to drop him off at this address. Thanks”

After that exchange of words on the phone, the young mobster’s stomach churns, knowing that with every favor he demands, Derald sinks further into debt with the Casade family. Derald lets out an exasperated sigh, pulls out his other phone, and texts off a message to the other mage detectives through Cipher.

'Be ready. I have a potential inbound special package that might solve our problems. The root of all this: Mrs. Amari’s ex-husband. Morally, it's illegal to kidnap someone, but hey, desperate times. Meet you soon. P.S don't tell miss Fatma.'

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Mr. & Mrs. Murdock

Location: 42nd St. Subway Platform, Times Square

Meanwhile, on the other side of Times Square. The lower region of the subway, to be precise. Another story is about to unfold.

Beneath the dazzling spectacle of superpowered teens battling the gigantic beast, the beautiful destruction of those obnoxious product placement billboards everywhere, and the destroyed pavements caused by their blows.

A twisted, inhuman artist prowls through the underground scene, his face alight with glee as he hunts and slays unsuspecting commuters of New York, lost in the frenzy of this sudden chaotic event.

Life as a regular person in Fisk’s city is already a nightmare. And now it's gonna get a lot worse for those who get caught in the crossfire.

Times Square’s crowds scatter in panic, weaving through the havoc wrought by a supernatural Arthurian beast, a four-armed alien, a sword-wielding stranger, a girl wielding a scythe who materialized from nowhere, and—was that really Omniman’s kid? He seems rather green on his hero-ing.

Elektra’s eyes scan the chaos, leaving the rampaging monster to the heavy hitters while she focuses on the people caught in the storm.

She swings from rooftop to rooftop, tending to the wounded and pulling civilians from danger. She calls Misty and her husband for backup.

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On patrol, she notices smoke curling from the subway passage below. She almost dismisses it until a small explosion erupts from underground.

The assassin arrives at an empty platform. Darkness presses in, silence thick as fog. Shards of glass glitter underfoot. The tunnels have been abandoned in the monster’s wake. Distant thuds from the battle above rumble through the station, making the walls tremble.

Elektra turns to leave, but a flicker of movement catches her eye through the haze and debris.

At its center stands a man in an NYPD uniform. BAP! BAP! BAP! Gunshots echo as spent shells clatter to the floor.

“Tragic, the mythical beast has taken another life, such savagery unleashed upon this world.” The mysterious man talks and is visibly offended by what happened, as if the Questing Beast had fired the shots, and blames the creature for it.

“I weep for its cause. Only to be slain by the knight draped in black. Such poetry,” The police officer stood still with a smoking gun at hand after executing a civilian.

Ironically, the inhuman artist guised as a policeman has claimed more innocent lives here in the subway than the rampaging beast tearing up the streets above.

The murals and subway walls are now misted with the fresh blood of his victims.

He turns, eyes streaked with dried blood, his face eerily blank, as if someone had erased every feature.

“Ah, an audience, welcome to my underground show,” said the faceless artist.

“You’re insane,” Elektra says, awe and disgust mingling in her voice as she surveys the blood-soaked platform and the bodies strewn across it.

“Do you like it? I call it Red Velvet River under the City. The tricky part is draining the blood of each piece; it can be messy sometimes,” Muse said, explaining his sickening art process.

“I’ll put you out of your misery!” Elektra lunges, swift as a shadow, her sai flashing into her hands.

“Everyone is a critic.” Muse lunges in too, drawing his knife, matching the assassin’s speed.

Both proceed in tearing one another with their sharp steel, both at each other’s throats.

“Oh, it’s you—the devil of Hell’s Kitchen. You’re more feminine than I pictured.” Muse taunts, dodging Lady Daredevil’s strikes with mocking ease.

Something is not right. Why am I having difficulty hitting this bastard! Elektra thought to herself.

She steadies herself, analyzing her elusive foe. His power, that’s it! It’s warping my senses, twisting my perception. He’s everywhere and nowhere at once.

The harder I focus, the less real he becomes.

SWISSSH!! SLASH!! SLASH!!

Amid the whirlwind of blades, danger crackles in the air between assassin and killer.

Suddenly, a grappling hook whips through the air. Matt bursts onto the scene, crashing into Muse with a double drop kick as he swings through the metal railings of the station.

THUDDDD!!!

The inhuman killer is sent flying, his body slamming into concrete pillars of the subway, spine snapping with a sickening crack.

“That wasn’t very nice. That’s rather tedious.” Despite his injuries, Muse manages to stand up limply.

ZIPPPPP!! Daredevil stays silent, retracting his grappling hook.

“You’re late,” Elektra mutters, exasperation flickering in her eyes as she glances at her husband.

“Sorry, I had to run in by Melvin’s, pick up my gear,” Matt said to Elektra.

“I hear ten—no, twelve—people still alive on this platform. Possibly, his hostages, their heartbeats are faint but still breathing.” Matt’s head jerks as he listens.

Elektra nods. Both horn-heads grip their signature weapons—sai and billy clubs—ready for battle.

“Move!!” The couple growls in unison, eyes locked on their target, teeth clenched in determination.

“Ah, Red… My favorite color,” purrs the elusive killer, clutching his mask in excitement.

It is the Devils of Hell’s Kitchen against Hell’s Sadistic Artist.