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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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Tyki said
((k, but just a warning, jack only out puts a presence when something happens, until then the spear and jack can't be limited because they don't actual have anything to limit. also, the spear's materials make it pretty much unbreakable


((A limiter decreases magical energy in it's area of effect. Whereas as some specific, more detailed, limiters may latch onto a presence, Odin's are AOE, limiting anything within. They can be set to certain wavelengths as well. Some abilities, like natural strength and speed obtained through non-supernatural means, cannot be limited. And if the spear is really tough, it was still eaten by the Plot Hole. As such, Jack cannot summon a new weapon, or use magic at all, without first breaking through the limiter somehow.))
Tyki, stop powergaming. You have a shitton of powers, and are ignoring one of the principle rules of vampires. Stealing the powers of vampires? I may not be GM, but I'm pulling the OP bell, and ringing the living f*ck out of it.
For a moment, searig white, as Appolyon feels the air burn. It's like being set on fire, before he manages to adapt, and he realizes he's standing on a small round metal platform. Over a volcano. Which explains the heat, at least. Johnathan and the others are nowhere to be seen, and Fear cannot be seen in the sky. In fact, all that can be seen is the ocean, held back by a massive glass dome. Before you is a citadel made of dark stone, wearing the emblem of God's Tears on two massive banners which flank the golden gates. The platform you're on slowly floats towards the gates, as the sound of trumpets fills the air, and through large stained glass windows, figures can be seen moving. Through the opened gates lies a massive palace of marble and gold, hundreds of servants lining the walls, Kami sitting upon an elegant throne, before her a richly laid banquet table, covered in human body parts as well as less..... exotic food.
"Welcome, Apollyon, to the Citadel of Blood, the true home of God's Tears. I hope it is to your liking." Kami smiles warmly, beckoning for Appolyon to take a seat on a chair which two servants place down. The entire room smells of flowers, although none are in sight, and from less than a meter, even your fine nose somehow fails to pick up the scent of the meat. The entire area is filled with Kami's presence, and you couldn't distinguish her form from one of the walls, had you not had eyes, so thick is her spirit spread over the place. She gstures, as Wiper steps from what appears to be thin air, and at another gesture, the servants are gone, vanished in the blink of an eye. Wiper takes up a position on a black throne next to Kami's golden throne, This is, undoubtedly, Kami's terrain, and you feel suddenly unsure of what is real and what isn't.
A name is an important thing. It's the first thing one will see, and how one will remember anything. By names things are judged and categorized. A name should be beautiful, poetic, for any to attach their meaning to, while practically useful, and distinguishable from the rest. A bad name might misguide the hearer, or be forgotten the moment it is heard. However, a good name may make even a bad product beautifully successful. This is the power of names. As such, instead of naming this "experimental roleplay idea" or "player-generated world roleplay", I decided to go for the title you see above. Something that's sure to draw attention, to grab the focus, to inspire thoughts and speculation as to what this might be. It made you click, after all.

Now, most roleplays work quite simply. A GM, the Creator, builds a world. It may be complex or simple, dark or light, gritty or comedic. He is the sole architect of this environment, putting the pieces in place to create the perfect playground for us to have fun in. However, he is not, as he may believe himself to be, the sole creator. For each player will have an interpretation of the world, a belief of how things work, an idea of what something looks like. In their minds eye, your architected design is warped and twisted, built into a completely new world, filled with their own thoughts. But still, it is bound down by the original. So, why bother in creating a base at all?
Using this wonderful ability to interpret, build, dream, and the endless creativity of the masses, I suggest that we, instead of attempting to adhere to the idea of one sole Creator, consciously apply our creativity to this work. A world to be expanded through the ideas of those within it, growing as it is played in. Perhaps others have had this idea before, or perhaps I am incredulously original. But there is no doubt in my mind as to whether I want to try this out, and I'm inviting all you eager roleplay-hungry fellows to join me in this experiment. Old, new, experienced, nooby, happy, sad, fat, thin, all are welcome to this idea!

Now that I have that little intro out of the way, I'll be seeing if anyone's at all interested.
Tyki said
((it's actually using jack's own trick against him :P(i'm thinking about the electric guy) and the remote for the button would have hit the building on it's side, preventing it from being pressed)) he simply summons another staff, it turns into another spear, not hindered by the limiters and jack already seeming to have a very specific limit on his power being set, preventing odin from adjusing it due to the complexity and the fact that he already appears to be exerting no power or life signature at all, seeming to simply not be there "you seem to think i only had one" he says simply, raising his only eyebrow, the other one being hidden by the bandage((and before you call bullshit, i say to leave odin out of it, both jacks are actually pretty equal in power and jack really doesn't put out any senseible presence))


((Jack sees the future. He made the button to be activated by you throwing it against a wall, and he already knew you'd use the trick and where you really were. Apparently, you didn't know his ability. Odin is controlled by jack, it's one of his weapons. It's like saying for you to leave your spear out of it. It would be silly and make little sense. However, I need to leave now, and have no time to reply.))
Great. You know, at least I TOLD you when I was going to leave -_-
Tyki said
enh, i prefered the middle eastern and Mediterranean countries prior to the colonization era


I like ancient Azian culture, myself. I mean, they were writing down laws when we still lived in caves. Their history is pretty damn badass.
Tyki said
jack simply smiles as the spear begins to absorb jack, the energy breaking off of him stops to respond as it's sucked in, but not to the jack in front of him but the one behind him, the one in front disappears, an afterimage.


((As you know Jack's ability, you must have known that a trick like that wouldn't work. As such, the attack must have hit the original.))
*The power of the spear is nullified by Odin's massive limiters, as Jack quite simply picks it up and breaks it, throwing it into the Plot Hole, to further power Odin. Turning back to the other Jack, he smiles, rubbing his hands. "Now, Jack. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Tyki said
neither do i really, i prefer learning about the techs and cultures than the dates..


That's interesting, of course, but History at my school is rarely interesting. However, I was known for engaging the teacher in debate about, for example, the Mexicans against the Spanish invaders.
Tyki said
he finds a spear point poking at him instead of the button and feels a slight tug in the pit of his stomach as if the spear were calling to him "no, but you have obviously threatened me and i will not be threatened sir" he replys, flinging the button against the side of the building, shattering it


As the button crashes into the wall, it activates, and suddenly, Jack finds himself covered in a strange, purple energy. Jack smiles at Jack, as the spear seems to fall to the ground, useless. "Tsk tsk tsk. Never underestimate your opponent. Only a fool does such a thing."
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