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@Lasrever Should be an interesting character arc.

@Sickle-cell I saw there is a kill on sight order for Gubbins, does this extend to all of "The Covenant" or just him? Same question for the Wonderland gang and pipeline. It isn't clear if the killing going on in the Gladius border conflict is ordinary for Boston or if this represents an extraordinary escalation in the Boston situation. I'm guessing it is an escalation, and thing will get more violent here soon, but just checking.
Bryson Green (Ifrit)
The Zenith - Protectorate HQ



I had just pulled out my phone when I heard someone holler, "STAND ASIDE, VERY DEADLY, LET THE PROFESSIONAL HANDLE THINGS!" as a group of PRT employees were blown aside by some sort of rampaging humunculi. It had bulging muscles, tattered white wings flowing behind it, ferocious blood shot eyes and… oh, it was just a tinker. He looked young, about my age, although he had MUCH better facial hair. (There was a reason I stay clean shaven, by the time my face starts looking respectable my neck beard would be at my chest.) I recognized him, he graduated to the Protectorate only about 2 months before I myself did.

It turned out he was charging not after me, but the capped beaker which rolled across the floor with what could only be super-beaker speed. After finally trapping his query, he panted, “Huff. Puff. So. Out. Of. Breath." Upon examining the label, his eyes seemed to light up and he pulled a rather large looking syringe from his tattered robe, talk about a peanut butter shot, the thing made the standard PRT immunizations look cute. He then drew a syringe full of the strange green substance out and plunged it straight into his neck. I flinched, couldn’t help it. “Aaaaaah, that's the good stuff." He borderline moaned. After he got over his fit of…. relief…. he seemed to become aware of his surroundings and notice I was watching. "AH! You must be Ifrit! Welcome to Boston, welcome welcome! I'm Replicant, you've probably heard of me! The tinker with disability, eh?" He offered his hand in a friendly handshake, which after getting over a moments confusion, I heartily took. I failed to notice however, that in his other hand there was a cotton swab.

I offered him a warm smile, “Hello there! I uh, yes, have certainly heard of you! It is nice to meet you…. Errrrm…” I trailed off as he used his other hand to swab my arm. “Are you going to…? Ah, never mind…” I had heard the rumors and read his dossier on my way to Boston. He was eccentric, and but others had warned me that he usually meant the best for it and not to read too much into anything strange. I suppressed my sense of suspicion and moved on. “Nice to meet you Replicant, and thank you for the warm welcome. I am Ifrit but I go by Bryson out of costume, I try to keep the two separate to a degree.” After the hand shake I nodded toward the door. “I am still quite new around here, any chance you could show me around the workshop? I have heard good things about the Zenith’s tinker space.”

Immediately concerned: @ProPro
Locally concerned: @Sickle-cell
@ProPro That post had me laughing so hard, I can't help but read all of replicants stuff in the voice of Krieger from Archer. Awesome character!
Bryson Green (Ifrit)
The Zenith - Protectorate HQ



One day in the Boston Protectorate, one day, and apparently that was all it took for them to figure out my biggest weakness…. Mornings. As the third alarm started to ring on my night stand, and that is third simultaneous alarm, it was at least the 8th chronological alarm this morning, I decided it was time to give up the fight. At this point, even I couldn’t stay asleep with all that noise, and was staying in bed as much out of principal as stubbornness. That is what hero-ing is all about right? Even when the bad guys are winning you are supposed to give them your middle finger because that is what heroes do…. That is how all the stories work anyway. I was no longer so sure that those stories were written by actual heroes, or anyone who considered their alarm a mortal enemy.

Wide awake at this point, I sprung out of bed all at once. After disabling the onslaught of alarms, I checked my phone for all the news the night had brought, checking the global goings on, my interest specific feed, and the local news, which was unfortunately still set to Phoenix, where I had been a ward only a week ago. I mentally noted to change it later, but right now I had somewhere important to be!

After quickly getting the typical morning chores done, and getting dressed in some warm athletic clothes to make up for my Arizona developed thin-blood, I made my way to a balcony.

They say every city has a personality, something that can be reflected in its history, its economy, its people, and its protectorate teams. Boston, seemed to speak of overcoming unbearable odds, of making more than anyone expected out of any situation. This seemed to be embodied in the magnificent feat of engineering that was the Zenith. A massive, beautifully constructed, intimidating wonder of the world, it hovered over the Boston bay, giving a breathtaking view of the city before me. It was gorgeous, although I would be lying if there wasn’t a part of me that felt constantly afraid that either myself, or the Zenith as a whole would plummet into the unforgiving, icy waters below. I put those thoughts aside for the moment to appreciate the view.

Yesterday had marked my arrival in Boston, it had been a rush without time to meet anyone, get much done, or least of all play tourist, but when I saw the Zenith I promised myself that I would find some way to get a look at this view. I breathed it all in, admiring the crisp, cold morning air of January, the snow-covered city below me was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

I wasn’t usually one to put aesthetics over pragmatism, but I could appreciate a view, and whatever it cost to build this wonderful monstrosity, it was worth it for the view alone. Of course, views of rivers, valleys, mountains, canyons or whatever were all beautiful, but in my opinion city-scapes were the best the world had to offer. No, buildings were not very interesting in their own right, but the people. Every time I stared at a view like this, I could hold millions of people in view, millions of pinpoints of light and energy, going about their lives filled with hopes, dreams, challenges of their own. Each of them an ocean of knowledge and desire, at least the equivalent to my own consciousness, could there be anything more beautiful than such a wealth of value?

My transfer had actually been scheduled for next week, but it appeared that my date was moved up, supposedly for convenience but I knew it was anything but convenient. In fact, the plan had originally called for me to be assigned to the New York protectorate, but it had been switched almost at the last minute. To the press, the excuse was that Boston had a greater appreciation for tinkers, a heavy educational influence from all of the major universities and a history of famous tinkers was responsible for a public love of the heroes, but this was in the end just an excuse. The real reason was that here in Boston things had begun to spiral out of the Protectorates control. A situation in which they had already been spread thin had turned dire, they were short on resources, and who was more resourceful then a tinker?

The sunrise snapped me out of my reverie. I wish I could say that it was beautiful, and from a different angle maybe it would have been, but all the snow just made for a thousand mirrors and I was painfully blinded as it peaked over the horizon. Annoyed at the interruption, but now also aware how much time had passed, I headed inside to get to work. As I went in I could see a VTOL leaving the Zenith. My heart fluttered as I wondered if I was missing anything important, but I dismissed the feeling, as odds were it was just a standard patrol, nothing too exciting surely.

I began straight for the tinker’s workshop, I hadn’t gotten to explore it yet and for the above-mentioned reasons the Boston Protectorates tinker workshop was legendary among PRT tinkers, although I had yet to discover how much of that was just rumor and myth, and how much was reality. Then again, if a tinker really had built this place, how could he not include an incredible workshop as well? It might be important to start researching the local threats beyond my initial briefing so I could start considering what tools I may need to counter them. On my way to the workshop I pulled out my phone to check for any new updates or news….

@Sickle-cell
@Old Amsterdam Will fix that right away. Ya, mental triggers are kind of tricky to be honest since tinkers are supposed to be triggered by non-physical means, but it kinda fit in with the sort of character theme I am trying to build.

@ProPro Excellent, sounds good. Thank you both for your help. Also, I gt the feeling that Ifrit and Replicant are going to have some great... Chemistry ;) together ...and the other capes too of course.

@Banana As is kinda the theme in worm, a lot of powers that sound simple on first thought can be "game-breakingly" powerful when you actually think about it. Not that Anomaly is OP or anything, just that her emotion wielding capability is probably underestimated quite often since in certain contexts, with the right tools, and right preparation, it can be devastating. Just like Skitter. I might even give her a Trump classification since it allows her to overcome a lot of super powered capes. She could effectively counteract someone like Alexandria and/or Eidolen, or anyone, given the right situation as was recently demonstrated IC.
Also, DRUGS. Any drug that bestows an emotional reaction, Anomaly can basically remotely apply it to someone. I will say that I don't know if taking emotions from mice would/should work though, as mice brains probably experience emotions in a different capacity then most humans. That is up to you though!
@Banana Oooh I like this!

Hmmm, I see where you are coming from on that, but I think it largely depends on the method of death! Like Grief + submission makes sense if it is a slow or expected death, when you see it is coming and have time to accept it, but at least in my imagining, I think that if you were to die, say, in the midst of a battle, where it was unexpected and you were unprepared, there would be an extreme sense of helplessness, surprise, terror, and horror.

I suppose on that chart helplessness would fall under terror, so same thing. I don't think you would usually jave time to get to grief. Grief is a sense of loss and I mean, emotionally I don't think that is usually a "priority" if you know what I mean. Adrenaline keeps people from experiencing grief.

I think it would be Terror + Amazement at first, just inability to process it, then given enough time it would go to your thing of grief + submission. Interesting thought though...
I just realized something great.

What if Xoxi could steal the feeling of death (or an emotion close to death/dying) and impart it into someone else, as stupid as that sounds?

Seems really comedic for an armless girl to pull a Kenshiro.

"I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"
"Omae wa mou shindeiru."
"THE FU-- UUUGHHHH"


That is an awesome idea, the only trouble is... what does dying even feel like? Is it sheer panic or pain or what?
@SkinnyTy Link is in my signature, Denver Capes: A Worm RP. And you're welcome about the character tab advice.


Thanks for that! I might do it, I may be tempted to use the same character though since I spent so much time on this one.

Also for whichever GM it concerns, I can remove the post on the character sheets if neccessary, just let me know. I'm sorry, I hadn't realized that was how it worked here.
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I have zero intentions of knocking Sickle, he's been doing a great job, but CoD has been going quite strong for over a year at this point when most RPs don't make it passed 2-3 months. I'd love to have a new player.


Really? I didn't see that, if you put up a link I will gladly check it out.

@SkinnyTy Characters don't get posted in the character tab until they've been reviewed and accepted by a GM. First it's posted here in the OOC tab until it's approved/denied.


ah. Whoops. Thanks!

For whomever it concerns, here is the current character plan. I will happily adjust the "Immediate History" to whatever best fits the story.

Ifrit (Bryson Green)



Starting Faction: Protectorate
Ifrit (Bryson Green)



Starting Faction: Protectorate
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