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Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

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House of Powers (reboot)

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House of Powers (reboot)

Marcus Bradley

^{Location: Hallway -> Exam Room}

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Shuddering, Marcus sat up then looked around himself. His face was wet-- oh gross it was drool-- and he then realized he'd apparently dozed off while sitting in the hallway. Wiping his face and attempting to collect himself was more of a process than he realized. By the time he managed to stand up, he was still a little confused as to why Past Marcus thought it a good idea to sit in the hallway in the first place.

And then the intercom came on.

Part of Marcus immediately wished he could have kept sleeping for the next twenty minutes. What was he supposed to do with all this time? A yawn escaped him as he began walking down the hall. Maybe a bit of exploration would burn away the time. As he walked, he could hear voices coming from the kitchen area. Of course people would be up and about at this hour. Briefly he wondered how many of them has walked past him in the hall, then felt embarrassed. "Check out that weird nerd," they must have thought, "Sleeping in the hallway, covered in slobber, how gross." When Marcus stepped into the cafeteria, he lingered by the doorway and stared toward the kitchen, with these thoughts on his mind. Did anyone want gross drool guy around? Did Marcus actually care?

Shoulders bunched, hands clenched, and lips pressed into a thin line, Marcus narrowed his eyes at this thought and accidentally the kitchen. How dare he think these thoughts with his own brain? He fixed his jaw then told himself he shouldn't be caring about what they thought of him, they weren't his friends anyway, so it didn't matter, right? He didn't care, yeah. Not a single care about any of those things. Yeah! He didn't care about anything! While he stood by the door a minute longer, his stomach growled, letting him know he cared about one thing, at least. Letting out a sigh, he counted it as another misfortune, then turned away from the kitchen. He could eat later, when there were less eyes watching him, and perhaps time to really make a proper meal.

As he began walking away from the cafeteria, after having stared into it like a total creep, he tried to imagine just how angry his mother would be at him, were she to know how he'd been eating the past few days. He passed a few people in the hallway but didn't look up to greet them. For now, he decided he need to focus on getting to... his...

Marcus halted, backed up a few paces, then turned toward his exam room door. He tensed up, made the same face he'd been making while standing in the cafeteria, then walked into the room. "Not one for punctuality? Five minutes late." His trainer was standing just beyond the door with a clipboard in hand-- had she been about to walk out? Marcus looked at his feet then scratched his head in response, feeling somehow more anxious than he had previously. "Come in, take your shoes and shirt off, we're going to take your height and weight again, Nkiru told him. After doing as he was told, Marcus stepped on the scale, then squinted as the digital display began to count upward... more... passed his weight.

His brows knitted together and he looked toward Nkiru for answers. Marcus mumbled defensively,

"Your scale's broke."

"It's been calibrated this morning," Nkiru told him after jotting down a few notes. She pointed at him with her pen, "When did that happen?" Marcus looked to the indicated area and felt goosebumps rise across his flesh as he stared at his elbow-- that bone nub sticking out. As he stepped off of the scale, Marcus felt as if he knees had turned to jelly. He found he couldn't answer as he stared dumbly at Nkiru. She narrowed her eyes at Marcus, then moved something toward him with the nudge of her foot. He looked down to see a waste-bin positioned before him. Nkiru stepped back.

"My bone's out," Marcus managed over his fiercely churning stomach.

"That's not your bone. Do you not see that it follows skin contour?"Marcus stared at Nkiru dumbly. Again. Lightly, Nkiru shook her head then gestured for him to follow. After a brief walk in silence, Nkiru and Marcus entered the gym. She walked him over to what was probably the largest rack of dumbbells he'd ever seen, then she halted. "Since you apparently cannot run on a treadmill--" her tone was so mocking that Marcus winced "--I have devised a weight test instead."

Nkiru gestured to the weights then told him, "We'll start with curls. Choose a weight you can do at least five repetitions of the exercise with." As Marcus reached for the ten pound weight, Nkiru added, "Maximum you can do." Marcus then eyed the thirty pound and removed it from the rack. All he had to do was a curl. He made a face. Nkiru let out a tired sigh then asked, "Have you never lifted weights?" Not waiting for an answer, she picked up a dumbbell, then performed a few curls to show him the proper way to do so. Marcus mimicked the motion with an ease he didn't expect. Thirty must not have been his maximum. He tilted his head then changed weights. Forty, fifty, sixty five-- Marcus hesitated with his hand over the seventy pound weight, confused at their lightness, then asked, "These mislabeled?" Nkiru silently scratched a few notes then pointed told him coldly, "Lift the rack."

Marcus stared at her as if she sprouted another head for a moment. The expression on her face was hard and serious.

"You real funny, ya know that?"

"Lift the rack, Marcus. If you insist upon wasting my time, accusing me that they are mislabeled, then lift the rack," came the curt response.

"Look I'm sorry I up'n insulted ya weights but--"

"You have ten seconds to lift the rack, Macrus, or you'll face administrative consequences."

"What for? Ain't nobody can lift this-- that's impossible-- you need a forklift-- Marcus cut off when he noticed Nkiru looking at her watch. In a panic, he moved toward the center of the rack, got the best grip he could manage with his shaking hands, squatted down, then began to try and do as he was told-- administrative consequences-- no this wasn't good it wasn't moving-- who could do this  bullshit?!

After a long moment's worth of strain and struggle, Marcus could feel tears streaming down his face, as the exertion and anxiety began to build to intolerable levels. An eternity went by. "That's enough," Nkiru told Marcus gently. Whimpering, Marcus collapsed backward, then stared toward Nkiru fearfully. Her eyes were on the rack of weights, a few of which has shifted slightly out of place, before she looked thoughtfully at Marcus. "Look in the mirror," Nkiru told him in a gentler tone, "I believe it to be a... symptom of sorts. Possibly stress induced."

As Marcus stood and glanced at himself in the mirror positioned behind the weight rack, he felt himself go numb, and his heart beat out something incomprehensible. Across his torso there were grey splotches the size of his hand, similar to the way his elbow looked and-- no it wasn't just his elbow now, it was his arm from wrist to shoulder-- it was on his neck too. He touched the splotches and found them to be cool to the touch and solid without give-- the remaining skin on his chest looked waxy as if he would melt or something. Trembling, he looked to Nkiru for help again.

"We're done for today," Nkiru told him. In frightened tearful silence, Marcus stared toward Nkiru, disbelieving her words. With an arched brow,  Nkiru seemed to finalize her notes before telling him, "I suggest eating and hydrating. Its important that you eat properly." Numbly he nodded at Nkiru but didn't make a move. Without a word more, she turned walked toward the door, then left him sitting on the floor alone. He cursed inwardly as he realized he was missing a shirt once again.

Who Believes In Fairytales?

I'm back from a bout with illness. I should be able to post within the week.
@Crosswire@Drag -- How are we to handle the sudden drop out?
Will that character become an NPC since it's too late to retcon?
Are interactions possible without direct GM control?

Pokémon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

^{In the tower...}

Rustboro City - Fairfax Corporation

Dropping his bags down near the door, Theo looked around the room with indifference. During his travels he had stayed in all sorts of rooms that had broken down his pickiness for surroundings. Sure, he still had preference for those places that were extravagant and expensive but this room would do him just fine. His Pokemon made their way over to the bed and began bouncing around on it, as was usual, and Theo walked over to the nearest window. From where he stood, a good view of Rustboro city sprawled out before his gaze. The afternoon was still in full swing as the sun perched nearly overhead. Thin wispy clouds floated above and a few bird Pokemon fluttered about.

Placing his hands on the surprisingly clean window frame, Theo unlocked it, then pulled the window up slightly. Reaching into his pocket, his fingers closed around a large metal coin and he withdrew it. To call the object a coin was a simplification of what it was probably. Thing is, Theo didn't exactly know what the object was, seeing as he'd come across it laying on the sidewalk years ago when he was a child. As it were the size of his palm when he was a child, Theo now found it to be distinctly larger and thicker than most coins he'd handled. It felt as if it were made of metal, had the distinct brassy shininess and hardness to confirm the theory, but it was never cool to the touch no matter how low the temperature sank. He'd even left it in the freezer to see if it would cool once and the coin maintained it's warmth.

The most bizarre aspect of the coin by far was the fact that it was engraved with a weird symbol some museum associate told him was an ancient language-- that the coin was a relic of some sort. Said museum associate wanted to take the coin from Theo as well but it was too important to Theo to simply give away. As he placed the coin onto the outer windowsill, he eyed the skies once more, doing a brief check for distinct silhouettes. With a shake of his head, Theo closed the window, then turned back to the room. With the coin on the windowsill, Skarmory would have no trouble figuring out where Theo went. While he wasn't sure if excellent eyesight was distinct among Skarmory, Theo knew that Nick could spot that coin from miles away, at the least. There had been times that Nick had even spotted the coin through a thick jungle canopy or while Theo was stuck in a blizzard. To have this coin placed so high up and in an open area would be too easy for Nick to spot. With that task complete, Theo figured he'd better start planning his tour of Rustboro city. He placed his laptop down upon the small desk, then set about to browsing different sites and tour guides concerning the city and surrounding areas.

House of Powers (reboot)

Marcus Bradley

^{Location: Bedroom -> Hallway}

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Groggily, Marcus rolled over, then pleaded with himself to continue sleeping. Every time he glanced at the clock time advanced but he was awake enough to glance at the clock in the first place. Five-- six twenty-- six thirty two-- seven-- seven ten-- eleven-- twelve-- Marcus growled as the clock read seven thirteen. He knew that he was not going to be sleeping any harder than this anymore. Slowly he sat up then stared at the television. After grabbing the remote, he began sifting through the applications, then settled on one that implied it was a music player. The icon didn't have any words beneath it but the icon itself was a set of paired eighth notes.

Scrolling through a list of "stations" made Marcus feel as if he weren't a fan of anything anymore. He hated the feeling of not being able to decide what to listen to or the feeling that no song fit the mood. Still, he reassured himself that since he was half-asleep this was acceptable. Yawning, Marcus selected the 'Classical' station, pretentiously noting that a station name like this captured too broad of a genre but the Metal and Rock type music had been divided down enough for specifics, then listened to the song briefly. With a hum, he cranked the music volume up up, then headed toward the bathroom. Marcus reasoned that if spent enough time in the shower, it'd be time to wake up or whatever by the time he got out.

He opened the bathroom door.
He immediately closed the bathroom door.

Taking a step back, Marcus took a deep breath, then planted his face in his hands. The bathroom was covered in his vomit from the night before, still. He was immediately disgusted by the scene and whatever depraved instinct bid him to ignore the vomit and shower anyway. Nothing a little air freshener couldn't cure, right? Shadow Marcus said within the confines of his own mind. He always liked to say that there was a 'Shadow Marcus' whom these terrible thoughts belonged to but Marcus forced himself to own up to the fact that he was, indeed, about to shower with a puddle of puke within close proximity. Marcus muffled the voice within that tried to convince him to clean it up as he stripped then tiptoed around the vomit.

After a shower that didn't make him feel clean at all, Marcus dressed himself. He sat upon the bed and listened to music, fully staring off into the depths of the void, in awe yet horridly aware of what he'd just done, when a rather insistent alarm went off-- oh, the wake up. Marcus didn't budge. He found himself noticeably not hungry then figured that was because-- well, it was obvious, wasn't it? Wading through a river of vomit has probably never helped anyone's appetite, he figured. Probably, he desperately hoped, only managing to make himself cringe more at the thought. He wanted to distance himself from the bathroom or at least get something solid between himself and his sins. Marcus exited his room, shut the door behind himself, then sat down in the hallway, once more staring into the distance absently.

The Forgotten Heroes

@Sophrus This over or nah?

Who Believes In Fairytales?

@UtraxSorry! Sorry! I have a post in the works ;w; Didn't mean to hold you up.

@LexiconNo it's not dead, I've just gotten wrapped up in stupid crap and forgotten to post. Please accept my apology.

@Crosswire

It's not a "you're holding me up" kind of thing-- please don't feel that way. It's all good. Things are fine.
Take your time. I tend to wait on people is all.
I used to post too quickly in threads so now I wait until other people have put stuff out before going.
Especially if they've been interacting with me.

Who Believes In Fairytales?

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