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Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

Jimmy Web: The Jonestown Runner

Jimmy got up from his chair rather slowly once the meeting had concluded. He wanted to enjoy the free air while he could, even if it smelled like absolute garbage in the gas station. He would mosey on over to fuel up his craft, making sure to fill it to the brim. He never turned down free gas, and he always went into a mission on a full tank if he could. After all, if he needed to run... he needed to be prepared to run.

Jimmy hopped up onto the wing and stood there, watching the other two pilots take off first. He felt the sun beating down onto him as he fastened the leather straps to his helmet. He gave it a couple smacks to make sure it was on nice and tight and wouldn't bounce around too much before lowering the shade covering on the front of the helmet, the safest Jimmy could get to sunglasses when flying the way he did. And as he watched the planes cruise up towards the heavens, Jimmy lowered himself into his own cockpit and fastened himself in. He tried activating his jet... and nothing changed. No roar... the systems themselves weren't even booting. Everything remained dead. Jimmy sighed and flicked a few switches that certainly had nothing to do with turning the systems on. With a quick closed-fist smack onto the console in front of him, the Roger Dodger roared to life.

The aircraft began to ease its way down the makeshift runway as Jimmy slowly eased the throttle. By the end of the path, the Roger Dodger climbed into the air at near cruising speed. The young pilot readjusted the pictures in his cockpit that were nestled firmly within some of the instruments on the console in front of him, placing a gloved finger over the picture of his father. He strapped on the mask and intake and quickly set the equipment so he'd be fine as he began climbing towards the formation and the air had become a little thin. Jimmy closed his eyes for a moment and swore at the small mistake and eased the Roger Dodger into formation, ready to fly into his first proper fight.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

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Titan Tower, San Francisco

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Roy could quickly note the uncertainty and hesitation within the kid's voice about being in this kind of environment. He just couldn't place whether Garfield was overwhelmed by the immense luxury of the Tower, or if he was simply taken aback by the large assortment of rather peculiar people. Hell, Roy was the most normal person here besides the preppy rich kid as far as he gathered, and the archer was sleeping on a cot in the back of his beat up van a few nights ago.

And then, Roy almost felt the presence of an invading force. The only teenage vigilante who could beat him in a straight up fight without using powers. The bastard who wore sunglasses after Roy made them cool. Dick Frickin' Grayson. Roy's head turned slightly to watch the former boy in tights stroll out onto the rooftop. Their eyes met... well, probably. It was hard to tell when the two were wearing sunglasses and couldn't actually see each other's eyes. Regardless, Roy had a million things he wanted to talk to... Nightbat... No, Batwing... about. Heck, Roy needed to thank him first and foremost. His removal from the original Titans is why he was standing... ok, sitting... here today.

But Nightwing apparently had bigger fish to fry. The leader made his way towards Kara, clearly to discuss business. The orange alien made her way towards him as well. Starfiire and Dick. Some things never change. Roy chuckled as he idly kicked his feet in the pool. He had been one of the first Titans, but he couldn't look Nightwing or Starfire in the eye after all that had happened. He'd have to earn back trust and respect from his former comrades.

The elevator door slid open and another teammate approached. Roy raised an eyebrow at the sight of her... she had a strange look about her, and that was saying something for a guy who fought some of the weirdest psychopaths. She seemed distant... almost emotionless. He had met someone like that, a guy named Jonathan who was going through rehab. He was obsessive, distant, emotionless... dangerous qualities in someone with abilities. Roy shook his head. She was certainly different, but the archer wasn't going to let someone sit back on their own and ignore everyone. The girl was going to have to meet the team sooner or later.

Roy's soaked feet smacked against the concrete as he made his way towards the meditating girl, his arrows slung over his shoulder and small wet footprints following in his wake. Arsenal was beginning to rethink bringing weapons up on the roof with him... they were just being lugged around as Roy went around introducing himself to everyone. He reclined on the ground once he reached a nice spot near the newcomer, wiggling his bare toes as they began to dry in the remaining rays of solar radiation. "Before you tell me... Goth Girl? Lady Punk? Am I close?" Roy's lips curled into a dumb smile as the vigilante fought hard to not laugh at his own comedic genius. There was no doubt he was Oliver's former protege.

| 𝔊𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 | 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱

@webboysurf I'm sorry you feel that way. I do apologize if anything I posted in my review came off harshly -- know that you're still welcome to drop by in the Discord, and that I wish you the best in your future endeavors!

@Vashonn

Nah, the criticism helped and I might modify the character with the feedback and use it in something I'm running for a private DnD thing in the fall. I plan to keep an eye on the RP though, looks like it'll be a good read.

| 𝔊𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 | 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱

I think I'm biting off more than I can chew, so I don't know if I'll be able to fix up my CS and RP in this. I apologize, but I'm glad to see someone else improving upon the enforcer I was cooking.

No More Heroes

U L T R A

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Ultra gave a small smile as he heard the locks whir and click, a sign that he was clearly still welcome in the little laboratory. He would hate to waste time and effort trading blows with Tesla again... though killing the Mutes was rather enjoyable. Ultra pushed the door open, taking his time to enter the lab and pull out a set of standard-issue rations. They always came with a small little slab of meat... well, he never really questioned what it was. It was like jerky and was perfect on the go. As he saw his counter-part, Ultra tossed the meat-stick towards him. "I'll try not to, Dad."

He didn't bother wasting his time chatting. Viktor didn't trust the energy controller for very good reasons. Hell, Ultra didn't trust himself half the time. The anger was subsiding after the incident in the alley-way. He made his way towards the lab itself, dropping off the bag of rations in the corner and pulling out a metal tin of the most rancid-smelling meal he could remember and began slurping it up off the tray. Just because the rations were barely suitable for human consumption didn't mean Ultra didn't savor and enjoy them when he could.

As he approached the good doctor, Ultra admired the remnants of another one of the doctor's experiments. He raised an eyebrow at the surely decimated head. "Viktor and I were at the same station today. Almost left to spread the field but I figured he might need backup. Wasn't necessary. I'm sure you heard about the recent magic trick 'tall, dark, and handsome' pulled."

Ultra made his way to the usual recharging station. He flicked a few switches on the wall, making sure to only fill himself up to a moderate capacity. The electricity sparked around him, turning from a sky blue to a rose red. The aura of energy circled Ultra's exposed arms before intersecting into a metal plate in his right breast. The surge of power seized up Ultra's muscles and forced him into a brief euphoric rush.

Once complete on his recharge, Ultra turned back towards the doctor. His head was back on straight, and he was ready to do the reporting the doctor always asked for "Response time is up 13% percent from last week, which isn't exactly a good sign. I also brought dinner, and I have a decent idea where the fuckers from earlier are located. I've been tailing some of them for a short time. I have a feeling they might be useful in gathering some cores and getting us out of here, if that's still our end goal..." Ultra's voice seemed to fade off, which was unusual for the hothead. He almost seemed... nervous.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

Aleksander Raimos: AJAX

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Aleks sighed as the prolonged interaction continued. His years in the FBI never forced him to "make friends" with others. He was always a guard dog who executed his orders as necessary. And yet, here another American was standing between him and his daily routine. Relax and Breathe. You are in safe company. The towering man closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. As Aleks opened his eyes, he saw the agent before him was intent upon trying to make friends, and Aleks wasn't getting out of this one.

"Born in Athens. I am an immigrant, came over when I was young. America is my home, though. And I plan to protect it and the rest of this world." He gave a small smile that to anyone outside of Aleks' family would see as a grimace. Aleks rarely smiled since high school, and he made a note to not try that again anytime soon. These were his comrades, and keeping them relatively on his good side would be the best course of action. "I look forward to fighting alongside you, Miss Jamie." And with his bellowing goodbye, Aleks attempted to walk past his comrade and towards his own room, where he could quietly commence in his usual routine.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

Jimmy Web: The Jonestown Runner

When the chair was offered, Jimmy took it without hesitation. He leaned back, slouching and making sure to stretch his arms. He had been cooped up in his bird for far too long, and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with a cramp during a serious meeting with two individuals who were, without a doubt, more experienced in the art of aerial combat. To be frank, Jimmy was wondering why he was even brought in on an assignment of this supposed magnitude, other than the fact that he was cheap.

The mess of the gas station was something Jimmy was used to. Him and his father were never exactly clean, and Jimmy still hadn't found that cup of half-eaten ramen that had to be in the cockpit somewhere. It was beginning to smell a little rancid, which was never a good sign. He only truly snapped back into the meeting he was in at the mention of a dreadnaught.

"Yeah... quite frankly, the old Roger isn't suited for taking on an aerial behemoth. Atlanta would also be a nice little day trip, and would allow us to get there and get back without any need for refueling or restocking. Also probably wouldn't hurt to try and get some information on this little Wolf Pack before drawing out a rather dastardly fight." Jimmy sat up as he spoke, looking over the maps and flicking his coin back and forth over his fingers. He then gave a small smile. "Besides, there's a gal in Texas who I promised I would call back. Best not tempt fate."

The Marauders (2018)

Hi everyone, I will post when I can. I have decided to quit my job and they aren’t treating me right and that means lots of interview as well as choice to make. I am with family tonight and will probably be able to post later tonight or tomorrow.

@Akayaofthemoon

No problem, take care of yourself first. That's what's most important.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

I'm stuck on what to put for the special ability, any ideas on what might be needed to compliment what others in the group have?

@KnightsTemplar

I feel like someone defensive might be helpful. Don't know how often we'll be running defense ops, but the crew so far seems to be assault heavy.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

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Titan Tower, San Francisco

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Roy looked between the green boy, Starfire, and the blonde in the pool for a moment, his eyebrows raised behind his red shades. He was used to some weird shit. Hell, the guy who took him to rehab was a talking crocodile. But being surrounded by so many powered people at once was a little overwhelming. That, and being close to the alien he once called a friend was keeping the archer on edge. An edge that alcohol used to ease...

Roy shook his head for a moment, his lips curling into a shit-eating grin. "If we're using our fake names, then I'm Arsenal. But if we're on a team... call me Roy." He dropped the quiver and belt on the ground as he sat next to the pool, kicking off his worn-out red running shoes and removing his socks. He pulled out a small chip from his pocket, a little golden coin with a "10" sharply imprinted onto the front, and flicked it into the air before catching it and placing it in the quiver.

"What brought you here, Beast Boy? Trying to save people? Control your powers? Glory?" While dipping his feet into the water, the archer looked out past the pool... past the others. He watched the horizon, the warm glow of orange cresting along the city's skyline. He felt at home, up on a roof in a city teeming with criminals. And yet his mind was wondering back ten months... longer even. Back to the night he was forced to change...

Cut the melodrama, Roy. Enjoy yourself for once damn it. The archer sighed as he continued watching the horizon, smiling slightly as he listened to everything going on around him. He couldn't space out now. There were certainly more jokes to be made in this company.