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House Of Villains: A Slice Of Life About Comically Self-Aware Villains

Ok to all of the above

House Of Villains: A Slice Of Life About Comically Self-Aware Villains

@Eviledd1984 Yeah, I can take GM. The rest of us can discuss it later and I can switcheroo again if somebody else wants the spot. Or if you come back and want it.

What do you want for Henry while you're away? Will he stay in the background at the house, or did he decide "screw this shit" and leave for who-knows-where?

House Of Villains: A Slice Of Life About Comically Self-Aware Villains

@Eviledd1984 Ok. I just ask you not to make any hasty decisions. Bad moods are temporary but can cause long-lasting decisions. I don't think any of us believe your writing is subpar (for freakin' free rp at least). We won't kick you out... I don't think we technically could, 'cause you're the GM, haha.

House Of Villains: A Slice Of Life About Comically Self-Aware Villains

@Eviledd1984 Ok, if you're sure. If it's just a temporary problem or lack of time or motivation to post, you could keep the account open and just walk away for a while. You can come back later if you want. But if you're sure, best of luck with your life.

@Dark Cloud @Sleeth Do you want to keep going? I'm prepared to timeskip to shortly before the speed dating if that's ok.

House Of Villains: A Slice Of Life About Comically Self-Aware Villains

@Eviledd1984Your RPGuild account or House of Villains RP?

A Modern Fantasy Sacrifice

Thank Krishna, Kali, Brahma, and all the others I haven't bothered to Google yet for Autosave. I was 3/4 through my post when my laptop froze! But it's all good now.

A Modern Fantasy Sacrifice

Aaranya Singh

The first thought that came to Aaranya, stirring in the first light of dawn, was Why is this hard? Am I sleeping on the floor? ...Oh well. The rejected Sacrifice shifted to a more comfortable position and drifted off for a few more seconds. Then her mocha-hued eyes flew open in shock.

I'm supposed to be dead!! Why am I alive? Is the Creature running late? Did it decide I'm not good enough? Is this real? Am I real? What will happen to Warlington?! WHAT DID I DO WRONG!?

Aaranya dug her nails in and clutched the earth as if she would fall right off into space if she didn't hold tight enough. She cycled through the wheel of questions in her head for who knows how long. After a while, another thought emerged. Kabir. He would know what to do, or at least take a good crack at it.

The woman slowly pushed herself to a sitting position, stopping there for a minute to avoid dizziness. She was still quite thirsty and hungry -- odd complaints for a supposedly dead person, she mused. Then Aaranya noticed something on the ground next to her that she didn't recognize. It looked like a bone-white necklace with patterns of skulls and roses. Lovely and ominous.

Aaranya hesitated, then reached out to grasp the object. She drew her hand back and let out a startled yelp - hot! Burning to touch!

But... why would it be?

Aaranya observed closely the grass beneath the mysterious pendant. There was no wilting or browning. No heat waves wafted off the object into the crisp morning air. The evidence suggested it was likely not hot for real. But she held her palm an inch away and felt radiating warmth. There was no going around it - Aaranya must treat it as scorching for the purposes of handling it.

She tentatively touched the silver cord and found it tolerable. A soothing warm, in fact, like a hot shower. Aaranya wrapped the pendant up in its cord and placed it inside her purse for the time being. She could further explore it later, if it didn't burn a hole through her bag.

With that, the young woman stood and walked back to town. She took a winding way around, keeping to side streets and lightly wooded areas. Her dawn-pink silken sari could give her away, make her recognized among the ordinary people feebly striving to live an exceptionally ordinary day. But it was early still for most to leave their homes, so that was in her favor. Aaranya flowed silently as a ghost, praying she would face no townspeople before she reached home... or ever again, if the gods were feeling generous.

Pokemon Spiral

Ty Westgrove

Route 2 --> Edge of Vareena Forest

As the group of trainers strolled across the grassy field and approached the shadowed treeline, Ty heard a sudden pop from his side. Hunk the Timburr appeared unbidden with a determined look on his face.

"Hey, Big Man," the puzzled trainer greeted. "What're you-"

Without warning, Hunk charged a few steps forward and hurled his plank as far as possible. He watched it collide with a tree in a violent THWACK and tumble to the ground.

".....Oookay?" Ty commented, growing more confused by the second."HEY-!"

The fighting type ran up to the treeline, searching all around for something. Ty began speed-walking to catch up to the Pokemon, but Hunk held a stern hand up, gesturing to stay back and let him do... whatever he was doing.

"...Okay, man," the blond said hesitantly. "Don't go too far."

Hunk's search kept him close to the treeline, but within a couple minutes he wandered around a corner and out of sight. The fighting type quickly scanned the underbrush. None of these fallen branches fit his high standards. Finally, Hunk spotted a log of perfect size and coarseness! He triumphantly picked up his find, but to his dismay, the bottom part was rotten and crumbled away beneath his grip. Hunk kicked the rotting log in frustration, sending a bunch of mildewing chips flying. Maybe he would have to rip a branch off a living tree...

Just as Hunk looked up toward the treetops, a Tackle from the side knocked him over. He squirmed around to see a Litleo holding him down, fangs bared. The fighting type scrambled to kick the predator in the stomach. As the yelping Litleo went flying, Hunk stood up... only to take a scorching Ember to the back. The Timburr backed up against a tree as he saw two- no, four Litleo stalk toward him. Maaaybe he should've found a replacement log before throwing away his old one.

Hunk bellowed a cry of alarm. With luck, his allies would arrive soon. Along with a type advantage, the Timburr's disciplined martial training helped him stay focused and fight with precision against the pride of wild predators. He focused on one at a time, quickly knocking out the most eager enemy. Hunk held his own... but a four-on-one battle could wear down any Pokemon fast. The Timburr's breathing grew ragged as he fell back into a last-ditch defensive stance, just trying to predict the next strike...

"Hang on, bud!" called a voice from the near distance. "We're coming!"

The Litleos' ears perked up at the sound of a human voice. One of them sniffed the air. It immediately roared at the other Litleo. They began to run away but stopped when they remembered their fallen friend. The panicked fire-types looked at each other for a second. Then, the oldest Litleo yowled at the others. The pack looked stunned. One growled a short argument. But the rushing footsteps of humans could be heard now; there was no time to argue. Two of the wild Pokemon grabbed their fainted ally by the scruff and dragged it into the treeline, hiding in the shadows of the brush. The oldest was left to distract the humans.

"We're here," Ty exclaimed as he finally spotted his Timburr. He gasped when he saw the scene before him.

"Oh... a fire type! AWESOOOME!"

The staggering Timburr gave Ty an indignant look. That's what his trainer got out of this situation?? But the punk was too busy sizing up the Litleo to pay much attention.

"It's already hurt. One more Pound should do it. Don't go overboard."

Hunk lurched toward the Litleo and punched it in the chin, making sure to go overboard. The feline Pokemon fell to the dirt, barely conscious. It puffed out a feeble Ember, but Hunk was able to dodge the brunt of the weak flame.

Ty grinned as he threw a Pokeball. The Litleo was sucked inside. The Pokeball wiggled a bit. But the fire type didn't put up much of a fight, and soon the ball emitted the satisfying -ping!- of a successful catch.

"WOOO!" Ty celebrated, picking up the newly occupied Pokeball and waving it through the air. "Sick job, Hunk!"

The battered Timburr slowly sank to the ground and crossed his arms, a sour look on his face. He did not look happy to have a new teammate who just tried to EAT HIM.

Team

Medic – Igglybuff – lv 8 – female – Cute Charm – Sing, Defense Curl, Pound, Heal Pulse (egg move) – Medic is timid, gentle, empathetic, hates seeing anyone in pain. She’s been known to try singing to diffuse tense situations. She can battle but would rather not.

Reaper – Scyther – lv 15 – male – Technician – Quick Attack, Leer, False Swipe, Wing Attack – Reaper is competitive, bloodthirsty, and loves battling. He can get frustrated when Ty wants to sacrifice some of his raw power in exchange for flashy action moves.

Hunk – Timburr – lv 14 – male – Guts – Pound, Low Kick, Rock Throw, Focus Energy – Hunk is new to the team, but he seems eager to be an action star… probably to impress the ladies.

?? - Litleo - lv 10 - female - Unnerve - Tackle, Leer, Ember, Work Up

A Modern Fantasy Sacrifice

People kept saying they could find Aaranya and wake her up, but nobody ever actually did it, so I set a time limit to move forward.

House Of Villains: A Slice Of Life About Comically Self-Aware Villains

@Eviledd1984 Our title "House of Villains" is spelled wrong, I can't edit it, please edit it.