Avatar of Sodium
  • Last Seen: 3 mos ago
  • Joined: 11 yrs ago
  • Posts: 264 (0.06 / day)
  • VMs: 1
  • Username history
    1. Sodium 11 yrs ago

Status

Recent Statuses

10 yrs ago
I never realized my profile was so popular.

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

In CLOSED 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Here's my take on Hecate's son. I hope he's acceptable.

Right-ho, that means mine is here as well!

<snip>
@Kalimah @Empath @Kimiyosis

It helps to tag the people who were interested to make sure they know this is here. The post in the interest check may not have notified them. Also, it seems school is in that sorta kinda maybe starting phase, so they may be temporarily held up by that side of things.
Character Sheets Are To Be PM'd to Aeonumbra, posting in the OOC will be grounds for automatic denial.


  • When applying, your character shall be posted in the OOC. For discussion and approval.


So, which is it?
This interests me, enough that I already have a character blooming in my head. I can't wait to start.
Super Cosmos stepped into the office of the Lord of Bloodsport with his cloak folded over his broad arm. He stood quietly as the phone call concluded, then sat when motioned to do so.

"Thanks, but I don't smoke on spacecraft. I find it to be rude to the oxygen-breathers aboard the ship. Anyway, to business: You seem to be offering a possession of mine as the award for winning your show. I'm not too pleased by this, so here I am. According to the Discovery Clause of the Universal Exploration Act, ownership of a planet goes to the first Universal Citizen to land upon the planet's soils and stake a claim, as I'm sure you know.

"Now, I've been a fan of the show for a while, so I'm willing to negotiate. The show has made many a long journey through space much more bearable, after all. So, what can you offer me for this planet?"
There is no "delete" function. You can just edit it and remove what is there, leaving a note along the lines of "characters moved to the CS tab", or put them into [.hider] tags.
Super Cosmos

Cosmos accepted the autograph with the hand that wasn't holding a miraculously unspilled alcoholic beverage and gave it a look. The inspiring message, combined with the inspiring person who wrote it, gave Cosmos warm fuzzies and elicited a warm smile from the star traveler.

"The audience should be enough. I'll work my way to him from there, I suppose. I appreciate y-" The rest of Cosmos' statement was cut off as the two were beamed onto the...



Video Star

Cosmos hadn't used a decontamination room in many universal age units, instead using the heat generated by exiting and entering atmospheres in conjunction with the radiation and vacuum of space to cleanse himself of microbes. It didn't seem to bother him as much as it did Pterrordactyl - in fact, Cosmos considered it a novelty.

The Newdurs led Cosmos to the audience area once he was cleaned. He made his way to a fairly good seat that was miraculously vacant and turned his attention to the stage. Just moments after sitting down he learned why the seat was vacant: the alien next to him made a huffing sound, then spat radioactive goop on his arm. Though he was entirely unharmed by the action, Cosmos knew when he was unwelcome, so he brushed the slime off and moved to a less appealing seat.




"BIG MONEY! BIG PRIZES!" Cosmos roared with the crowd, caught in the excitement that flowed through the audience - or so he'd tell anyone who asked, though if he were honest he'd say that he was ecstatic that his favorite contender had finally earned his way into the Lightning Round. His inner fanboy was pleased, and he'd been there to witness it in person!

However, Cosmos still had business to attend to. He fought his way through the crowd, which was heading away from the stage while he intended to approach it. By the time he got past the crowd, Spandez had left the stage and headed back to his office. Not willing to give up easily, he caught a staff member's attention - by shouting as loudly as he could.

"Hey! I've got business with your boss - business of the highly important variety! I'm the rightful owner of the planet he's offering as a prize in this game!"
Super Cosmos

"Oh, uh, the people here have taken to calling me Super Cosmos, so I guess that'll do... wait, what the heck am I saying?" Cosmos shook his head, taking a moment to let the glamor of the chaos around him fade. "I have business with this Lord of Bloodsport fellow, so, as these humans say, take me to your leader!"
Super Cosmos

Super Cosmos had a mission, but he had no information to go on. The monster would beam down from a location somewhere in space, perform game activities for an hour, then return to the ship. If only there were some way of finding where that terror-fying monster was wreaking havoc...

Cosmos' attention was drawn to a store he was passing. The flashing lights on the screens lining the store's windows displayed a school, then swept upward and zoomed forward to show Pterrordactyl standing on the roof. Others walking along the street around Cosmos also stopped to watch the broadcast.

"That's that monster!"

"What was he called?"

"Isn't that Bright Elementary School?"

"Not the culture festival!"

Cosmos turned to the two who had identified the school. "Where can I find this school? I have some... business to discuss with this Pterrordactyl fellow."

"You're braver than me, man... WHOA!" The bystander was shocked when he took in the sheer size of Cosmos towering above him. Cosmos, an alien, was built much taller and broader than even the biggest of Japanese, and thus cut an imposing figure. Once the shock subsided, Cosmos was given his directions, and he jumped into action - literally. He sprang up above the skyscrapers, landing atop one to gain his bearings before jumping once more, zooming toward the school.




Cosmos' landing left a small crater in the road, along with a fifty-foot-long gouge. Not that he cared; his planet, his rules. He looked around and gathered that he was about a block from the school he was aiming for. It seemed he still hadn't gotten the hang of this planet's atmosphere and gravity, but he had plenty of time to fix that. Just as soon as he got that Lord of Bloodsport to acknowledge his ownership, that was.

He took off at a run, as by his count there would only be a few minutes left in Pterrordactyl's game and Cosmos didn't want to go searching for the next clown to arrive. It had to be taken care of immediately. Cosmos blew through the gate, which stood open to allow the community to enjoy the festival, and skidded to a halt, taking in the chaos. Kids running from rats, stinking kids with browned pants, kids running out of the haunted house screaming about dead bodies.

Finally, Cosmos' eyes fell upon Pterrordactyl, who ran through the fray gleefully throwing rats to the kids while avoiding the parents' attempts to subdue him. Cosmos stepped into Pterrordactyl's path and, as he approached, opened his mouth to speak to his fellow alien.

"Can I have your autograph?"
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet