Stern Algorithm

Omega League

Even though Dr. Fang referred to herself as 'the single most powerful mutant' in my post, she meant it mostly to be interpreted as a joke since she's still keeping up the farce that her powers are actually super weak, and that the only reason she's 'strong' is because of her use of technology (power suit) to augment herself.

Omega League

Horizon continued to help Mantis Boy with damage control from the earthquake. He decided to strike up a conversation, "I have seen how your human governments treats those more powerful than them, and that makes it difficult for those like you and me to help in times like this. Have you heard of the Omega League? I am looking for them, I believe that joining them is the best way to utilize our powers for good." Suddenly a beam struck a structurally compromised building, stabilizing it. Horizon looked over to see a large power suit emitting the beam. Horizon did a quick scan on the suit in order to ascertain the technology, unable to fully identify its origins, but seeing elements of the Jarav. Either way, the suit was incredibly advanced, more advanced than himself. Horizon approached slowly, "I come in peace. If you are here to help the victims of this disaster, then we have the same goal."

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Kyouma heard Necron's announcement on the PA system with disdain. "The Merman wants us to steal dinosaur bones or something?" he thought to himself.

"Dinosaur bones?" Emtardas asked.

"Yeah, dinosaurs, large prehistoric lizards, they're extinct, we dig up their fossils and display them as reminders of our planet's history," Kyouma replied mentally.

"Oh," Emtardas said, "I guess since we live on living matter, we don't get fossils, although we have artificially preserved corpses, I suppose it's taxidermy instead of fossilization, for the various creatures we've encountered, such as head lice. I think you should do what he says."

"I'm not going to steal for the Merman! It's the collective history of my people," Kyouma retorted.

"You need them on your side, Kyouma. Right now they're keeping you, they're keeping US safe. Besides, he did mention non-lethal, so they're not going to kill anyone."

"They're playing me," Kyouma replied.

"It's just one museum," Emtardas pleaded, "How many museums do you think we have in your body? If you die, our entire culture, our entire collective history is gone forever. You have to think of the bigger picture."

"The bigger picture? Even though you're so small?" Kyouma joked.

"You know what I mean, you carry the burden of an entire world on your shoulders, figuratively, and somewhat literally. I just want you to make the smart choice," Emtardas eased up, seeing that Kyouma was already convinced.

"Fine, we're just going to steal some bones or gems or whatever." Kyouma thrust his fist into the air initiating his transformation into Ark. From his fingers, a black shimmering covering cascaded down his body as microscopic plates of skin flipped over to reveal armor. Soon the armor covered his entire body. Suited up, he headed over to the teleporter and soon found himself in front of the natural history museum where Zeta Squad's goons were already breaking into the place. "Emtardas, prepare a mining mission to be deployed from my right index finger, and have a team of telemetrics engineers ready in my left palm."

"Of course," Emtardas replied. Ark walked confidently through the halls of the Natural History Museum, noticing unconscious security personnel strewn about as he made his way to the vault placed way in the back and out of the way. Kyouma placed his left palm against the vault door as the telemetry engineers started to scan the door with sonar, radar, and anything they could think of to see the inner workings of the gate. Kyouma placed his right index toward a tiny keyhole. A hole opened in his finger and what looked like black dust flew out of it and into the keyhole. Kyouma could see dials and numberpads on the vault in addition to the keyhole, and hope that whatever the miners did could bypass any electronic components of the vault. He could hear the communications between telemetry and the miners, directing them where in the vault to go and which mechanisms to target. It would take some time.

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Having gotten the details of their mission from General Harth, Dr. Fang approached Chi-Tah and Explosion. "Assassins...ASSEMBLE!!!" She called out in an over the top fashion. She suddenly becomes sullen and speaks, almost to herself, "Wow, that...wow...that greeting has...a lot of 'ass' in it doesn't it?" She looks up at Chi-Tah and Explosion to confirm, though it's unclear whether she's disgusted or impressed by that observation. "Well, we have a mission tomorrow. We're capturing the single most powerful mutant, besides yours truly of course, as well as the single most powerful group of mutants. Apparently we have intel on their location. They will be hostile, they will be angry, and they will be strong. If it sounds like a dumb plan, that's because it is. But just because the plan's dumb doesn't mean we have to be. We can be smart because SCIENCE! We'll need to prepare, I'll try to come up with a plan, devise a method to disable a mutant, regardless of their power, while you two peaches think of any 'upgrades' you'd like me to make for you."

The Village of Soren (a 1x1 Harvest Moon/Rune Factory-inspired Village RP for FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm)

"I see..." Emtardas replied solemnly. "Then is there still a point to going alone? I'm probably not the first to make this offer, but you could stay in Soren. Everyone's got a history, and some of us...have done things we're not proud of. But we're not going to judge each other here, that was the agreement. I say if you're comfortable with elves dwarves, orcs, and what have you, then you'll fit right in."

Evolution of Conflict: A Sci-Fi Mecha 1x1 FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm

Tera and Israfil came in, deciding not to pepper her with questions and to just let it remain mostly quiet so Blythe could rest. Solomon came in last with a look on his face that he almost never had: guilt. "I..." he started, rubbing the back of his head, "I'm sorry...about what happened. I could've prevented it..."

Evolution of Conflict: A Sci-Fi Mecha 1x1 FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm

"She's in stable condition. Of course you can see her," the nurse responds, letting Claire in.

Tera hovered at the door to Blythe's room and asked more to Claire than to the nurse, "M-may we come in as well?"

The Village of Soren (a 1x1 Harvest Moon/Rune Factory-inspired Village RP for FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm)

Emtardas noticed the subtlety of her expressions. "Why not?" He asked, "Is the destination bad, or the company?"

Puella Magi: The Wild Hunt

Finally made my first post. I made it so Salomea may have met a few other, more experienced MG's in her few witch fights. I didn't want to state anyone specific since I didn't want anyone to feel involuntarily selected, but please let me know if you would like to be one of the MG's that Salomea has met and/or seen.

Also, I stated the following in my post:

She had no idea the familiar was barreling in her direction.

@Stern Algorithm

If this is unacceptable to the GM and co-GM, please let me know and I'll remove that line.

Also, no way in Hell Salomea's wish is harmless.

Puella Magi: The Wild Hunt

Salomea stood, occasionally getting on her tiptoes to see the parade over the crowd of people in front of her. behind her stood her father and mother, happy just to see their children enjoying themselves. To Salomea's left stood her brother, tall enough to peer over the crowd, and to her left, her younger sister who was almost as tall as Salomea. Salomea was happy. Her brother, having graduated high school and moved out of the house to attend college, had come back to visit for Constitution Day. He hadn't seen him since making her wish, and she didn't know if it was because of her wish or simply because of him moving out, maturing, and subsequently missing home, that her brother seemed...nicer. Since his return, he had payed attention to her thoughts and opinions instead of dismissing her so easily as he used to. In fact, her sister was also much less bratty, but maybe that was because she was about to graduate middle school and was maturing. Come to think of it, Salomea was recently nominated and elected to the position of vice president for the student council at her school, and strangely enough, her authority was being respected. She wasn't sure if her wish would have tangible results, but it had produced in spades. She smiled to herself considering how Kyubey had practically bullied her into making a wish. He had hounded her for a little more than a year, told her of witches and familiars and how her inaction could lead to the death and suffering of innocents. He had conveniently failed to mention that there were other magical girls out there who did a plenty fine job without her, something she discovered in her first few attempts at witch-hunting. She had been rather fortunate that she had met others so early; she doubted that she had the ability to take on those witches by herself. By the time she had to face a witch alone, she had a concrete enough idea of what she was supposed to do. Granted, not all of the other Magical Girls had been exactly helpful, some were downright rude, but their being present created a safety net for Salomea.

Salomea felt her Soul Gem in her pocket. It was giving her that sensation that there was a witch nearby. She hadn't fought a witch in a while, there was no point; other magical girls could do it, and do a better job, she'd only get in their way, probably. "This is fine," she told herself with a twinge of irresponsibility and guilt, "I'm just here to enjoy the parade." She thought about her wish again. She could have asked for anything, and as much as her wish was selfish, it was ultimately harmless. It wasn't like she had wished for revenge against people who had bullied her in the past. She had improved her standard of living without being greedy. People say, 'be careful what you wish for,' but Salomea was confident that her wish was simple enough to not have any negative repercussions.

She had no idea the familiar was barreling in her direction.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures

Sierra and Chester probably know, or know of, each other. She was 10 when her family left Hope Valley 12 years ago, so Chester was 19 at they time. They probably didn't interact much as he was a young adult when she was still a kid, but some knowledge of the others' existence seems the most likely.

The Village of Soren (a 1x1 Harvest Moon/Rune Factory-inspired Village RP for FaithfulMuse and Stern Algorithm)

"I've dealt with my fair share of adventurers in the past," Emtardas replied. "Do you have a party I should be worried about?" he joked.