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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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Here's an amateur ASCII depiction of the scene as I believe it has been shaped, in case anyone else believes this is different:

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| Plane Entrance |
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| Presumably, Deployable Barricades of some sort |
| SOLDIER agents |
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|___________________ Entrance ____________________|
Purge Purge

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Shikaru's Bunch

EDIT: Due to the font used by the website, this does not function. Click 'view raw' to have it look like something that makes sense.
Might create a section in the Op for keeping track of the members of the Overseer council.

BTW, I'm making up members as I go, which means that if you want to create a character that's a member of the Overseer Council, you can.
[Main Street, North Side]

For a moment, as the Child of Light proclaimed his authority, the two combatants stood still, eyeing one another furtively. Looking for an opening, a moment of distraction. Each was tense, and acted as an experienced fighter. Finally, the tall figure spoke, his voice filled with mangled verbs and an influx of emphasis. It was a clear side effect of someone else attempting to use his Vocal Chords. "Stand down, Child of Light. I am an agent of the Priestess. This is Overseer business." Both sides were ready to reengage one another on the merest of whims, but one the fighting had slowed, neither wanted to be the first one to move - fearful of losing some slight advantage that might turn the tides.

As a Child of Light, Barto was of course familiar with the Priestess. One of the members of the Overseer Council, a frightful woman often referred to as the Queen of Spiders. She lead a 'religion', or more accurately an ideology, that dictated that all the world had a place to fill. A form of extreme communism, which she enacted forcefully through use of mind control. She controlled a lot of the trade routes towards the Earth, and was feared for her immense psychic powers. While it was unlikely that this puppet's controller was the Priestess, it was not impossible.

"Yeah, it's overseer business all right!" The figure with the black gauntlets smirked, glaring upwards at the emotionless puppet. "You see, I represent the... the Clown! That's illegal, right?" As dictated by the Laws of the Children, agents of the Overseers could not do battle with one another, and while this certainly didn't prevent minor spats, it had up until this point prevented a war from breaking out that would tear apart the entirety of Aegis.

The Clown, also, was a familiar name. It referred to a Demon of unknown origins that fed on suffering, named for it's appearance as a twisted, inhuman clown. Whilst technically speaking it held no real power, it was feared throughout the city for it's cruelty and knowledge of torture. It blessed those that did his bidding with the capability to ignore all pain, as their suffering was directly channelled to their master.

In the meantime, of course, Aeshma - without removing entirely his attention from the business in the street - had located the remains of several weapons in the rubble. And, more importantly, the mostly intact shop behind the hole. It's owner had fled, leaving behind a whole pile of usable merchandise.

There was no limit of what weapons could be sold in Aegis, and that laxness could be clearly seen represented in the stock being offered in this shop. Most of it consisted of heavy weapons, many of which were built specifically for beings with superhuman strength - the recoil would tear a normal man in half. From massive railguns to what appeared to be some kind of fusion between a gattling gun and a rocket launcher, born from the destructive genius of man. Full Auto shotguns, depleted uranium bullets, hollowpoint and AP rounds, shrapnel and heat-based rockets, a variety of grenades.....

There was enough gear here to suit up a small army.
Oooh, that shifts the story in an unexpected direction.
You could not possibly generate a table large enough to encompass all of human imagination.
@arowne97
Again, I'm fine with it.

Although, as always, you're not allowed to recreate all of reality with your power. Your delusion may not have omnipotence, or world-shattering powers. They can be more powerful than the power norm for this setting, as they are uncontrolled, but not Superman.
@arowne97
Yep. And they act as real in every way, until the delusion ends or James is made unconscious.
Will do.
[Main Street, North Side]
These two warriors were vastly different, and yet the same. The discrepancy could easily be felt. The figure with the gauntlets was filled with rage, fully committed to victory or death. It was clear that he wouldn't back down until either he had been killed, or his enemy lay dead beneath his feet. It was the will of a destroyer. His motives could be felt, if only barely. Revenge for some act committed by the other party, the warrior was avenging some perceived wrong.

The taller figure, on the other hand, was a dead zone. His will could be felt, distantly, suppressed and crushed. Fragments of what had once been a powerful mind, crushed beneath the foot of some powerful psychic force. They moved, and they spoke, but it was not by their own will that they did so. It wasn't a recent ordeal either, this person had been lost for many years now, beyond all hope of recovering. If released from control, he would most likely simply flop to the ground, entering a vegetable state.

"I'll burn the entire city to the ground!"

The black gauntlets seemed to expand, layers of black metal covering the figure's body even as he dashed forwards. They formed what appeared to be a medieval suit of armour, if with an unusual quantity of spikes. Anyone with a basic knowledge of popular culture would be reminded of Sauron. It also seemed this suit enhanced the man's physical speed and strength considerably, as he flipped a car just to block an incoming orb of white light, leading to a large explosion.

The tall figure remained silent, flying around and dodging thrown projectiles, even as he fired downwards another series of glowing orbs, the explosions ripping the street to shreds.
Children of Light

Their word is law, their will is reality. You have freedom of speech, but their decisions are absolute.
Amen.


The house of the Overseer Council shall stand united. Any member who threatens it's instability shall meet full retribution.

There shall be no conflict beneath the gaze of the Overseer Council. Any offenders shall meet retribution of equal measure.

There shall be no conflict with the Overseer Council. Obstructions of the Overseers shall meet permanent retribution.

Performing acts of miming is terribly offensive to the faith and thus the Overseer Council. Any offenders shall meet banishment.

Any Invocation of class 4 or higher not sanctified by the Overseer Council is in direct conflict with the Overseer Council.

Their word is law, their will is reality. You have freedom of speech, but their decisions are absolute.
Amen.


I like it. You mind if I put that in the OP?
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