Utrax

Who Believes In Fairytales?

Been waiting to see if @Crosswire was going to post anything before I pushed on.

Galaxy Of Monsters - Alien Monster Hunter RP

Onyeka Guerrero

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"Welcome everyone. For everyone returning, I welcome you all back. For those who are new here... blah blah blah-- Precisely what Forgettable-face Generic-Name began to ramble about was immediately ignored from that point forward. As she was seated next to Quinn, Onyeka used her vantage point to stare more around at the others in the room. Eventually the results on what these creatures called themselves would come back from Rubio's research but for now, Onyeka needed to give them all some sort of nickname. Most would be easy. Spiderman, Shark Girl, Mr. Satan, Lawncare-- easy names-- extremely original too. Smirking within the confines of her helmet, Onyeka's attention was only caught when the hologram appeared.

Why was he going over this again?

Had no one else decided it important to get a bit of preliminary research done before the meeting? This was already reading as a sketchy situation if so. Sure most weren't professionals and hunting didn't require such a mindset but Onyeka seriously hoped that none of them were seeing this stuff for the first time. By the time Onyeka thoroughly drove her hopes for the team down into the depths of the abyss, the floor was opened for questions. She was just about to speak up when the door swung open loudly.

"My deepest apologies for being late. I am Elektro, and the gal you heard before is Pisq. We are pleased to make your acquaintance."

Onyeka glared at Pisq as they-- he?-- made introductions. And then another one introduced themselves. Throwing her hands up, Onyeka turned to face Malkovitch. "More importantly and getting back to the meeting currently in progress," Onyeka spoke up firmly, "The floor was open regarding questions about the expedition. Seeing as the awkward silence has passed--" leaning back into her chair, Onyeka curtly asked Malkovitch "-- will I be filling my traditional reconnaissance role or am I forced to walk alongside the grunts?"

Here was a question that held Onyeka's mood entirely within it's answer. Normally she would be sent forward, to penetrate closer to the objective, one to two hours earlier than the "grunts" in order to obtain real-time information about the mission, terrain, personnel occupying the space, etc., and she wasn't generally involved in the pressing forward by the ground troops afterward. Sure, Onyeka was ordered to press forward with the infantry or whatever sometimes but she absolutely hated it and saw it as extremely not her job. She got in, gathered intelligence or set up an observation post, then either got out or acted as an installation for constant real-time information feeds.

That was her job. She wanted to do her job. Simply that.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Can we get an official declaration of death or do we gotta just assume?

House of Powers (reboot)

Marcus Bradley

^{Location: Cafeteria ->Bedroom}

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While Marcus was in the middle of bag 3 of potato chips, the intercom buzzed on, with the researcher lady putting out instructions. Marcus was going to disregard it as more instructional nonsense before the word "call" was mentioned. He sat straight up to listen. SO there was to be only one call? What kind of arbitrary limit was that and why? Shaking his head, Marcus immediately felt a mix of distrust and irritation at that point. Why were they holding contact with his family at an arm's length like this? What purpose did that serve other than to cause him more stress? Grinding his teeth, Marcus began walking out of the cafeteria, three tiny bags of chips in hand, with his focus solely on his thoughts.

Damn these people.

First they take him out of his house, as if that's fine, tell him he's sick, as if that weren't mildly disturbing, shove him into here with a bunch of random strangers, limit his contact with is family, the outside world, the sun itself, and as if that weren't enough they were basically telling him now-- "Oh, you can contact your family but on our time, when we want you to, and only ONE person because screw you, that's why." By the time Marcus made it to his bedroom, his temper was fully flared, and he figured he'd already had enough of this place. Marcus slammed the door behind himself so hard that he heard several, rather loud, cracking and snapping noises come from it but he didn't spare it a glance over his shoulder. To hell with this place, that door, and these "illnesses". Growling, Marcus walked further into the bedroom, then picked up the remote.

Soon he found the calling application then looked over the list of contacts. Shaking his head slowly, Marcus figured that whoever assembled the list was just reaching for straws-- to put it simply, Marcus didn't give a single thought about half of the six person list until he saw their names here again. Three were people he interacted with solely for business, one was a friend, and two were his mothers. That was it. They should have put his dog on this list because Marcus felt more strongly about Coco than the work contacts. Still. If he was stupidly afforded only one call "for now"-- which that phrasing implied more that made Marcus feel irritated-- then he needed to call someone who would have the highest possibility of answering.

This unfortunately meant he was going to call Isiah. A deep sigh escaped Marcus as he settled more firmly into his decision, then activated the app. Isiah answered after the second ring.

"Woah dude," Isiah spoke as soon as the video activated, "When you get a call from some weird application and then you see a guy who you were SURE got abducted by aliens." Leaning back in his large padded desk chair, Isiah nodded at Marcus, tented his fingers, then continued, "Very interesting. Blink twice if you bein' held hostage." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Marcus told Isiah, "Open your blinds, brah? What time's it there?" Isiah went over to an unseen window and let in orange evening sunlight.

"'Bout eighteen," Isiah answered once he was at the computer again.
"Man... tell my moms I called."
"Yeah right-- What else tho?! I mean-- c'mon there's gotta be more'n that, huh?"
"Well," Marcus cleared his throat, "I'm pissed off. That's somethin'."
"You bein' real vague right now."
Silence passed between them briefly. Marcus shifted uncomfortably under Isiah's concerned stare.
"How's Coco?" Marcus asked after a second.
Isiah rolled his eyes, "Still a dog."
"Good," Marcus mumbled before running a hand through his hair.
"You ain't ever been this quiet or awkward before-- they do some shit to ya? Injections? Lace ya food? You gettin' probed in the butt, huh? Oh man, they probin' ya butt ain't they..."

As much as Marcus tried not to laugh, he couldn't help it, not after Isiah began tossing jokes one after the other. They were always like stand-up comedy routines, complete with sound effects and outrageous stories. Isiah went on for a length, making Marcus feel more at ease than he had been since he'd arrived, when the screen suddenly went black. Marcus sat upright, his laughter choking into silence, as he fumbled with the remote briefly. "No no, come on, don' do this shit," he began to groan as he began trying to troubleshoot the problem. He was sure he tried everything to get the application working again-- turning the TV on and off, unplugging it, everything! By the time Marcus finally gave up trying, he was panting slightly, and sitting dejectedly on the bed. He stared at the TV for a long moment before laying back onto the bed in defeat.

"I hate this place," he groaned before adding with a smirk, "But at least there ain't no butt probes."

Let's Gush!

just gotta gush about @Utrax and @VenusSTAR. Our rps are still in the baby stage but these peeps have amazing writing, wonderful characters, and are so much fun to plot and talk with. I'm so excited to see where we go with our stories! And I feel so lucky to rp with them!

@PaperCranes

YOU'RE GREAT TOO OK!

The Hidden People

So. This dead or nah?

House of Powers (reboot)

Marcus Bradley

^{Location: Bedroom ->Cafeteria}

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A grateful sigh escaped Marcus once he heard Athena walk away. There were more pressing matters on his mind than "how the others were doing" and "lounges" or whatever. He practically sprinted on the way to his room, his head buzzing with all sorts of theories, thoughts, and emotions, all centered around whatever the hell his elbow was doing. As the door to his room closed behind him, Marcus made his way into the bathroom, then stopped in front of the mirror. Even though he was still covering his elbow and could see no blood between his fingers, Marcus could feel nausea creeping up on him again but he knew he had to look. Slowly he removed his hand from covering up his elbow until he could see it again-- and there it was.

The scratch marks on his elbow were perfectly traced out by the slate gray of his bone beneath but... no this didn't look right. As he leaned farther forward, to get a better look at the "bone", Marcus began to notice that it wasn't shaped how bones should be shaped-- that his skin had peeled away from the area as if it had been wax atop of another layer of someting. With sick fascination, Marcus drew his fingernail between the area of exposed not-bone and his skin, then peeled the skin away easily. His eyes widened, his head swam, and he collapsed to the bathroom floor on his hands and knees, as he found he could no longer stand on legs trembling so fiercely.

Sweating suddenly, Marcus began forcing himself to think about it-- about what he had just done-- and the implications of it. He could peel his skin off and it neither hurt or bled. This was happening. Vomit erupted from his mouth, splashed against the tile floor, and splattered against his hands. Coughing, Marcus moved away from his mess, still on all fours, then made his way out of the bathroom.

Gross.

That was gross-- that was horrible-- he was not going to deal with it right now.

He fumbled for the bathroom door handle with his eyes closed, then shut all of that up-- shut the door and crawled away. As soon as he dug a solid blue hoodie out of his closet, he threw it over himself to cover up the elbo-- No. He wasn't even going to think about it-- he could feel the nausea creeping back at the hint of the thought. Marcus made his way out of his room then began walking miserably down the hallway. He could smell himself-- the stench of vomit clinging to him-- and figured since no one could possibly be in this direction, no one would ask questions about it. He was hungry, somehow, after all that puking, and it was so savage that Marcus knew he couldn't wait to eat.

Galaxy Of Monsters - Alien Monster Hunter RP

God, I wish I hadn't made a post already, because now is about time Pisq would contest with Onyeka to see who is the most infuriatung character in this RP. I mean Pisq is at least adorable and quite easely lovable, but @Utrax, you did a great job at making a character that I GENUINELY hate as a person. Now I need to step up my game to make Pisq irritating like Navi, or maybe even more.

@6slyboy6

Success.

The Search for Elvarren

Fuchsia had to admit she was feeling very uncomfortable and quite overwhelmed. There were far more people in the cabin than she expected to see. Rather unconsciously, she moved closer to Bear, very nearly hiding herself behind him. A lot of people were making her feel simply uncomfortable-- especially that Kaeser guy. While she didn't want to immediately count people out of her interactions well... she immediately counted him out. Sure, she was lonely and admitted that she wanted to be around other people, but that damn sure didn't mean everyone.

Dusk walked in with another person and the cabin felt even more crowded than before. It was at that point that she realized she was paratactically hiding behind Bear. she watched Kaeser walk out the door then Pup spoke up, "Which one of you would like proper gloves? I've only got one extra pair I'm afraid." Fuchsia responded in a questioning tone, "I don't need any?" Did she need some? Was there something she was missing? "I'm not cold," she added, "If that's the. Uh. Implication."

Pup spoke up then and began moving about hastily, "How many of us here know how to fight? I've got a hatchet and a knife. Can anyone use those effectively? I've only got three shots, and this thing isn't complete. It might break after the first. Unless, Dusk, there happens to be a secret exit that we don't know about?"

Taking a shuddering breath, Fuchsia asked, "F-fight what?" She looked around in confusion, "I'm not a fighter- I-I-I won't get in the way I-- Fight what? What's going on?" She felt her knees shaking and suddenly felt as if she were going to puke. Taking a few breaths didn't calm her, nor did trying to focus on something else, and her hands were feeling tingly. Not good. Tensing up, Fuchsia kept her position behind Bear and tried to fight off the coming anxiety attack.

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^{Interaction with @ReusableSword @Rtron}