Utrax

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

EDIT -- you said send the CS in PM's oof.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Gay Grove}

Tory twitched residually as the electricity stopped coursing through him. He lay on the ground on his front, propped up by his spikes-- sort of. Some of them had dug into the soft forest floor, so he was removing himself like a tent-steak, just as the shamblin' ramblin' man ran up on him.

"NOOO," screeched Tory, "NO EAT ME!"

Zombie grabbed him in the worst hug and, like a trapped animal, Tory began thrashing about so violently, that even the Zombie was having trouble keeping a grasp on him.

And then he squirted blood.
Every single spike on his body simultaneously FIRED OFF VIOLENTLY-- only a half inch out of him before flopping uselessly to the forest floor. Tory went extremely limp in the Zombie's arms, becoming a very heavy dead weight, as he squited another gout of blood, and passed out.

... for about five seconds.

^"Ahhhh," Tory weakly screamed, spikeless, covered in blood, and still being held by a very undead gentleman... and then he was hit with the taser again.

---

Tilting backward, stumbling as she did so, Mariah's parasol wooshed as she completely didn't contact the mass of person she should have. Regaining her balance, Mariah caught sight of Kara with the flag in hand. Things had happened quickly. "Puchata!" Mariah shouted, taking quick stock of the situation, and deciding that giving chase was probably her best bet. Gritting her teeth and getting just a little bit pissed off, Mariah found herself sprinting after Kara in a very 'Bout to mow a bitch down' kind of way, with her umbrella closed and pointed toward Kara, as if she were a knight with a Jousting lance.

But then something caught her eye.

Purple light-- bones floating about-- Madison came speeding toward Mariah. Now, anyone who's seen a rugby match knows what happens next, because Mariah weren't no bitch. Chills ran up and down her arms and warmth rose within her chest-- the orange glow of her Parasol flared brightly, as if it were a fire someone had thrown fuel on-- and there was the war-flame courage kindling her abstraction.

Mariah felt as if she were practically flying over the ground, each step placed perfectly on even ground, and her feet dug into it perfectly as she sped forward, planted one foot, stabbed her parasol forward a she opened it-- so that Madison may meet the soul-less gaze of Hello Kitty-- as she went in to meet Madison's push with a goddamn fully committed shove. Bellowing like a ratchet hood warrior, Mariah declared, "Get outta'ere, skank!" No matter what she was meeting, Mariah was dead set on overpowering her, cause if you ain't a winner you're last.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

@UtraxI like it. Maybe one of the other players would make the witch

@PrankFox

I'm down for that or an NPC! Either works for me! I'll start whipping up the character sheet when I get home.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

@UtraxSure, would you make the witch character as well?

@PrankFox

In some capacity. I'm thinking Zombie on the run from a witch in pursuit.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

@Utrax Ghosts are main form of undead, but the witches could potentially have the power to create other types.

@PrankFox

So I can play a zombie and be like a wizard witch did it?

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

What about zombies/undead folks?

[Open] [Remake] The Deep Blue Sea

Queen Celestius

^{@AnyAlex@Squirrel98@Blade17}
"Very good then, Captain. Missives will be sent to the Royal Boatswain at the docks, informing him to make his best materials and workmen avaliable for use, at your instruction. We will also inform our Quartermasters that you are allowed a portion of our stock of supplies-- five percent-- as well as a cut of currency to spend within the city, again, as you determine to be best," the Queen looked over the faces of the crew almost-warmly. Almost.

She continued, "Guest rooms outside the castle within the Rose Wing will be made avaliable, should you or your crew deem it necessary to stay on castle grounds. Otherwise. You are free to come and go as you please. A guard will be assigned to escort you through the castle-- I do hope you are fond of Craigfire Pixies."

At that, a sudden flaring of lights materialized around the Queen-- the multicolored glowing auras of a multitude of Craigfire Pixies-- so named for their affinity with lava magic. They were dangerous creatures, measured between six to twelve inches in stature, and were able to disappear and reappear at a moment's notice. Several of them flitted about the crew, as if taking in their appearences, before surrounding them in a circle.

"If you've nothing else for me, Captain, you may take your leave."

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Gay Grove}

Hector didn't even have the chance to say huh, because that part of his brain was slow to react, just like the rest of him, when those taser claws were fired at him. By the time he looked down, all he could do was scream, "NO, MY BALLS," as the voltage of the stun gun coarsed through him, from the taser darts dug firmly into the crotch of his shorts. Firstly, the fact he wasn't immediately a writhing mass of dude on the ground, was the first indicator something was very Florida Man about him. Indeed when, secondly, a set of foot long bony SPIKES errupted from his nipples, followed by several more spikes bursting from random points across his body, of varying length and size, there was a very hefty indication that something was wrong here.

Hector grabbed the wires and gave them a tug-- A LOT OF TUGS-- dude was either trying to tear the thing apart or take it out of her hand, either way, he was spewing a God Conjuring Amount of Curses in the most rapid Peruvian Spanish ever heard in Florida... before he literally fell to the ground with all his joints locked up. As he lay there he continued cursing inbetween electric shocks.

---

“Alright, you know what, it sounds like a great idea. Maybe I can take them on a wild chase by blinking aw aboot the place. Then if needed I can blink in and teleport, uh, Vashti out, ay? I ain't able to teleport people more than once every so often, but if it works out I can grab you when you get the flag."

Isla

Mariah's brows knitted together and she stared at Isla. She took a breath, licked her lips, then squinted at Isla, "Wha--"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Madison

Go time-- Mariah watched Emily drag herself across the ground, flapped her flamenco fan about, then picked up a jog toward the field. First abstraction she cast was on Emily, while shouting, "Yea-- good way to draw attention, sis!" This abstraction manifested as a rather STUPID looking orange ARROW pointed to Emily-- one that even Mariah was confused about. As she put her hello kitty parasol between her and the other team, Mariah tossed her second spell toward Vashti, whispering something about, "Keeping it low key," before she turned her attention back to the game. The only thing Vashti would be able to see as a manifestation of the abstraction would be a very slight orange fog around her feet. Mariah charged into the fray like she was a born sprinter-- probably helped by the fact she was tall as shit-- and she locked eyes on whichever FLYING WITCH was going to dive the flag first.

Like some kind of Warborn Mary Poppins, Mariah caught said Coven member on the outside of her parasol, tilted it a bit, while shouting, "Lárgate de aquí, pendja!" She'll try to catch them, use their momentum in order to Counter-Yeet them away from their projected landing space. Now, all that was left to do, was keep bashing people about in order to keep the flag blocked and-- Isla.

While she was an afterthought, Mariah did eventually fan flip toward Isla, once again conjuring the weird arrow which pointed at Isla-- serving to draw attention to her as more people focused on her... Which meant that the more they focused on Emily and Isla, the less they would think about Vashti-- who was enchanted to become more and more ignorable, as people focused less on her.

... or that, at least, was the intended effect. Truth be told? All of her abstractions other than the one on her parasol likely did jack shit.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

@UtraxAt the moment I'm planning on posting in casual, so two short paragraphs would be bare minimum requirement. Enough for people to be able to react to it. That being said, if people want to post more fleshed out descriptions and dialogue they are more than welcome to do so, but I'm not going to require more than someone is comfortable writing for a casual RP.

@PrankFox

Thanks! This answers my question. Consider me invested.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

I'm interested in the concept.
What's the writing style you'll want for the RP? i.e. Expected post length or whatnot.
Often my participation hinges on this factor.