Sir Lurksalot

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Posted. Sorry for the delay, been out of sorts lately.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Duncan MacAiden

@FelixArgyle@Lucius Cypher@Letter Bee@ZekariVoblis@liferusher

”Right then. Evidently you’re unfamiliar with your… New found blessing.” The knight stated, visibly relaxing somewhat ”If Sir Felix allows this, then you’re in no trouble..."

Duncan let out a long breath, evidently he was off the hook no-

"Even so, you… Frankly, you look like a peasant. As a bodyguard of a royal knight, you ought to look the part. Some training to get you accustomed to your power would also be necessary. And, as a foreigner, you'll need to be educated in our country's culture and customs. That is of course if you wish to accept Sir Felix's offer. Otherwise… I do have a job that could use your ability.”

The bald, bloodied man could only stare back at the knight with a blank expression, unsure of whether or not he should be offended by the (frankly, somewhat factual) comment on his appearance. But, seeing as how he apparently wasn't going to plant that axe between his eyes anymore, he figured he might as well just roll with it.

That, of course, segues us quite nicely right back to the cheeky catboy in question, who'd been standing there with a hand outstretched for a little while now (as if waiting for some guy behind a keyboard to get his shit together and write words about some bald asshole) waiting for his answer. Tilting his head slightly, Duncan actually took a quiet minute to weigh his options-

On the one hand, this was the same guy who gave him a good rag-dolling earlier and he had half a mind to take that dainty little hand the feline was offering him and ram it up the guy's ass... a feat he was now keenly aware he was actually quite capable of doing. On the other, well... he was also offering him a steady job, which would be kinda helpful if he intended to continue being able to buy food... even if that meant he'd be going back to square one, as a bodyguard for rich people.

He crossed his arms, a visible bulge shifting behind his lips as his tongue ran over his teeth, clearly indicating he was in his own head as he stepped forward slightly.

'...Fuck it, it's the only steady gig you've been offered so far. Might as well hear the kid out.'

And so, with a small sigh Duncan stepped forward, ignoring Felix's outstretched hand and instead poking a solitary finger dead-centre into the Royal Knight's chest.

"Buy me a beer and we'll talk."

And with that, and a small pat on the boy's shoulder, Duncan turned and wordlessly followed after Malakaus.

Sure, he'd hear the Catboy out... didn't mean he wasn't gonna make the guy work for it, though.

The Nobodies (An Under-Dog Superhero Adventure)

@Nariata@Ashevelendar

Both approved, I'll start writing shit again and throw my own CS up when I get home from work, then we'll fire up an OOC.

Sorry this is taking so long, kinda had a brief run-in with a hospital bed this past week, so I'm a tad outta sorts.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Oi, still alive.

Have a post up sometime soon.

The Nobodies (An Under-Dog Superhero Adventure)

@FallenTrinity

Not in the least, go nuts.

The Nobodies (An Under-Dog Superhero Adventure)

@FallenTrinity@Cherrywitch@Sanctus Spooki

Also, yes, we're still open and you were not forgotten.

It's just that the GM (ME) is a lazy bag of turds and can't check his phone when he's working to see if anyone's talking to him.

The Nobodies (An Under-Dog Superhero Adventure)

Alright, been a long week and work's had me by the balls.

Let's start with the CSs.

@Weird Tales

Err... no, bud. Just because we're trying for humour here, doesn't mean we're taking the bus straight to Memesville.

REJECTED.

@Protoman

Fuck yeah, that's the kinda thing I wanna see.

APPROVED.

Alright, been a long week and work's had me by the balls.

Let's start with the CSs.

@Weird Tales

Err... no, bud. Just because we're trying for humour here, doesn't mean we're taking the bus straight to Memesville.

REJECTED.

@Protoman

Fuck yeah, that's the kinda thing I wanna see.

APPROVED.

@dereken

Like the backstory. You're in.

APPROVED.

@1Hawkeyes

>Buys gadgets off of Ebay.

Checks out, you're in.

APPROVED.

@Keksalot

Angry fire-spouting Dolph Lundgren? You bet your ass you're...

APPROVED.

@Ashevelendar

Hmm... imagination projection, eh? This might need some consideration.

I see you've already put limits on it, which I'm pretty happy about, but for the sake of anyone else's gripes how 'bout we say the effects of those limitations become more severe depending on the complexity of the item?

Sounds reasonable that a solid object would be easier to project than a mechanically-complex device full of wires and moving parts, right?

PENDING. (Though I kinda like it so far.)

The Nobodies (An Under-Dog Superhero Adventure)

@Keksalot

Can't talk long, on break from work.

I'd say the fire-teleporting thing's a bit much, though the rest seems fine as it may make things more than a little interesting as we fight as a team, at least until the charcter's think up a means to help your guy control his immense burning swagger (I've been pondering a junkyard Iron Man-ish type for myself, so we could probably MacGuyver somethin IC at some point).

The Nobodies (An Under-Dog Superhero Adventure)

@Pathfinder

Well, I was figuring that magic would indeed be a thing in this universe, just extraordinarily uncommon and mainly used by old families who've kept the tradition alive, hence why the main guy in the history (so far) who makes frequent use of it was a German Aristocrat.

Also, weird is good. Show me what you've got.

On that note...

@tal0n@RumikoOhara@Core@dereken@FantasyChic@SouffleGirl123@Hylozoist@Keksalot@Traitor@MonkeyBusiness@1Hawkeyes

It's 3-something in the morning and I'm no longer in a work-induced coma, have a CS while I do some more world-building.

CS

Name:
Alias: (Bearing in mind, in some cases you might not have one; like if you're a fresh-off-the-ship alien/dimensional traveler or just some guy on his first day of wearing a mask and hasn't thought up a catchy name yet)
Age:
Gender:
Nationality/Place of Birth: (Pretty self-explanatory. If you're an alien, or something else not from the world as we know it, put it down here anyway and elaborate in your backstory)
Base of Operations: (Where you usually work. If you wanna make somewhere up for this, go ahead, just elaborate it in your backstory)
Occupation: (Unless you're doing the hero thing full-time, you've probably got some bills to pay and some dumb shit you do every day to make that possible. Not everyone has the fortune to be born a millionaire, after all.)
Appearance: (Pictures are fine, but if you want to write out a description that's cool with me)
Personality:
Skills: (Stuff you've been taught or just know how to do that doesn't necessarily involve eye-lasers or some shit)
Abilities: (This is where you tell us about your character's eye-lasers or some shit. I'll be pretty lenient here, so have at 'er, just bear in mind we're playing characters on the bottom wrung of the superhero world, so don't go too crazy.)
Bio: (A few paragraphs, if you'd please.)
Other: (If you wanna add a theme-song or anything else, this'd be the place to toss it.)

The Nobodies (An Under-Dog Superhero Adventure)

@Pathfinder@RumikoOhara@SouffleGirl123@Hylozoist@Keksalot@Traitor@MonkeyBusiness@1Hawkeyes

Alright, so, world-building.

Feel free to chime in with thoughts and ideas.

(A work in progress, of course)

A Brief History on Modern Superheroes

Chapter 1: The Great War and Proto-Heroes (AKA: A Few Good Men Forced to Violently Murder Eachother Over the Course of Four Years)

The first real recorded instance of what can be considered the modern Superhero can be traced as far back as the First World War, though there is a fair bit of scholarly debate (and yes, there are university courses about this kind of thing) about it, as these 'Proto-Heroes' were markedly different from their caped contemporaries in a few small, but notable regards.

For one thing, they weren't exactly paragons of "Truth, Justice and the [-insert country here] Way", they were soldiers, the monikers we know them by today weren't self-given titles and indicators of their power, but clever nicknames bestowed by their comrades, often in jest and the masks weren't there for show or to hide their indentities (though they often did), but to keep the mud and blood off their faces.

On the side of the Central Powers stood the 'Vengeance Corps' ('Das Rächer-Korps', in German), the first known major organized unit of superhuman or otherwise exceptional individuals in modern history, so named for their widely-acclaimed mission statement of seeking payment in blood for the assassination of the Archduke, Franz Ferdinand.

Opposing them on the other side of the barbed-wire fence, came the First Irregular Company, a dysfunctional, unruly but no less gifted gaggle of soldiers drawn up from across the armies of the Entente, colloquially known as the 'Mad Lads' for the tendency of their operations to lead them head-long into harm's way, and for the simple reason that, to stand against the Vengeance Corps who'd been efficiently tearing the Entente a shiny new asshole, they'd have to be completely bugfuck crazy.

True to the nature of that war... near it's end, not many were left on either side. Then, in 1918, barely a week before the armistice of November the Eleventh there came a new, profound development-

The First Supervillain

When Dr. Siegfried Holtz, A member of the Korps recently disfigured and driven mad in a gas-attack, heard the news from his hospital bed... he didn't really take it well. Butchering the staff, guards, and patients in the military hospital, Holtz took on the name 'Arzt Abscheu', locked himself in the building, started raising those he just killed with a perversion of science to attack the town and began working on what is only known to history as 'The Time Weapon'.

Now, when some guy starts calling himself 'Doctor Abomination', raises an army of zombies and begins building something called THE FREAKING TIME WEAPON, it generally warrants a fairly serious response; And so, with surprisingly little bickering by their respective commanders over the details (people back then tended to stop fucking around when zombies and the space-time continuum were involved, it was a simpler time) both the Korps and the Lads were sent in to put an abrupt stop to that shit. This is generally the part where Superhero Scholars (again, a real thing) from either side of the fence begin gushing about the very first time in recorded history a team of super-powered individuals banded together to take on some cackling madman and his doomsday device.

Though the exact details of what transpired there remain classified to this very day, the fact that we're all not being eaten by zombies right now or worshiping our melty-faced overlord should tell you who came out on top of that little rumble.

What we do know, however (thanks to a certain heavily censored book), is that only three men came out of there alive and, after having just saved the entire frickin' planet, went their separate ways-

'Oversight', Canada's regenerating sharpshooter, came back from the war and simply vanished into obscurity.

'Herr Feuersturm' of the German Army, an aristocratic Fire Mage of Saxon origin, would return to Germany after the war for a few years, before emigrating to Oslo, Norway to become a History Professor during the troubled Weimar Era.

Pawel 'The Wall' Kowalski of the French Foreign Legion went home to his native Omaha, reconnected with his estranged parents, got married, moved to New York and started writing a whole lot of books.

Though these men had no idea at the time, they had sewn the seeds for something that would echo across history for years to come.

And history, for it's part, wasn't quite done with them yet...

"So there we are, sitting knee-deep in muddy water in some irrigation ditch on the way to the town. We signaled for help from the artillery with a flare, so of course it's coming down on our own heads as I realize I'm out of smokes, so I start getting a little mad. As the Bulgarian starts puking, I poke my head out from our cover and see that there's at least three hundred screaming undead charging down the hill towards us, so I cry out in alarm which nobody hears and then I am handed a cheese sandwich."

-Excerpt from 'Irregular Adventures', by Pawel Kowalski