Zarkun

Star Wars - Lawless [Zarkun and Sep]

Elias was just starting to draw his left hand blaster when the familiar sound of an acquaintance's blaster rang out, downing the pair on his left. Deciding that the station was already damned to destruction, he took aim with his wrist launcher and fired a rocket, sending the Bothan and Weequay rushing at him from the right sprawling, though neither moved after they came to a stop. Tyrell's rushed explanation spoke volumes about why he'd been sought out by the man and he shook his head, resuming his approach to his ship, though he now jogged and bodily threw several beings out of his way. "What's wrong, Tyrell? Finally get crossed by your crew?"

The man was well known for getting the hell out of dodge before Imperials showed up himself, nevermind his and Elias's rivalry. However, that was neither here nor there as the light of the Ray Shield came into view, along with the crowd of people trying to find a way around it. Opening the com channel, he contacted M8-B0. "I'm about to get through the crowd outside. You ready to blow that shield?" A series of beeps and whistles answered him as he pulled his Nebula and fired into the air, again dispersing the crowd between him and his ticket away from the doomed station, which shook with a fresh impact. "I know it's going to get messy when they try to rush through. But if the Empire sticks to it's usual plan..." As if on cue, the sound of blaster fire echoed down the hall, mismatched variants and that of the Imperial Stormtrooper's E-ll.

He strode forward confidently all the same, ignoring the now fleeing beings who'd decided to find a ship that wasn't behind a security ray shield. "Now." He and Tyrell, who he assumed was still following him, were still ten feet away when one of the auto-cannons fired at the shield's projector, destroying it and sending sparks and smoke flying out. "Move your ass, Tyrell!" He fired his jetpack to soar through the gap and turned, a spray of flame keeping the remaining beings from trying to rush his ship. A leveled blaster keeps them from moving after the fire clears. "Now you all know who I am and you all know what I've done to every stowaway and would-be starship thief who's ever tried to steal my ship. Care to join them? No? Then I suggest you stay put."

Star Wars - Lawless [Zarkun and Sep]

The crowds were a lot thicker than the Mandalorian had anticipated, but he moved at a decent speed regardless, since most beings had no desire to get between a fully armored Mandalorian and his destination. As he walked, he kept an eye out for any more station security, who's ranks had recently swelled due to the draft the late Station Head had initiated in an effort to contain the panic of it's residents and businesses and even, in some cases, keep them from leaving. Judging from the number of bodies in the makeshift security uniforms that lined the way, that had proven about as effective as a bug trying to kill a rancor. If he guessed her right, the grieving girl would put out a call to all the security forces to find him and detain him; and failing that, kill him. If he'd had more time, Elias would have stayed to talk the girl down and explain to her the situation, but that was far too short.

The sound of an astromech's beeping came over his coms and the smuggler sighed. "Of course there are panicking masses on the other side of the ray shield, M8, I'm almost positive my ship is the only one still on the bloody station and none of the larger ships are going to offer passage." A security member, a teenager from his build, attempted blocked his path and the Mandalorian glared at him until he moved, a wet trail following his retreating form. "Great security...Anyways, just spin up the engines and wait for my signal." A series of beeps and whistles came back at him.

"Yes I want you to blow up the damned ray shield! We don't have time for our usual fine-"As if to prove Elias's point, the station rocked from something impacting it and suddenly the panic grew worse as the Mandalorian braced himself to keep his footing. "See what I mean? Just bloody do it!" He closed the channel and pulled one of his heavy blasters, firing it into the air six times, which produced the desired effect. The crowd of panicked beings parted and he was able to move that much faster, heading straight for his hangar. Unnoticed by him, a small floating droid was now following him, relaying information back to it's owner about his location. All Elias wanted at that moment was to get the hell out of here, and at this point, he wasn't above busting a few heads to do so.

Star Wars - Lawless [Zarkun and Sep]

The day had started out pretty good, what with a nicely paying job down on the books and a good lookin' girl on his arm in the casino, where he was winning every hand. Of course he was one hundred percent accused of cheating, which he was if you count switching the casino deck with his own, but there was no proof, since only a fool didn't change the backs of the cards to match the casino he was cheating, even after they kicked him out. Of course, it helped that he swiped his deck back when he was bodily thrown across the table he'd been playing at by an angry owner. The Mandalorian smuggler had allowed it to happen, knowing making a scene would get him thrown out of another shadowport would make business even harder to procure, though he was impressed that in his armor, the guy had been able to throw him.

Then, even though she was a little discourage by the way the casino had treated him, his date suggested going back to her place for some...private time away from the crowds. Intrigued by the thought, he'd agreed and followed her back to her apartment. Fifteen minutes after we start to really have fun, someone comes in. Well, needless to say, the only upside to Elias standing in the office of the shadowport's head is that the idiot had been too angry to have him disarmed and had required he get fully dressed again before leaving his daughter's apartment, not even remotely willing to risk the scene that would cause in public. Of course, people still wanted to know why a Mandalorian was being escorted out of his daughter's place, so the scene was far from avoided. Add to that that part of the way there, he was informed the Empire was on their way to deal with the port and, well, Elias was having just a hell of a day.

"Between the Empire and what I found you and my daughter doing, I don't know what I'm going to do. The whole of our clientele is going to vanish into hyperspace as soon as they get loaded with their gear and goods." The smuggler grinned and stood up from against the wall he'd been leaning against, two members of security watching him.

"Well, I'm an easy solution. Tell these two to move aside and let me walk out of here. I get on my frei-" The port head's laugh cut him off.

"You aren't going anywhere unless it's in a body bag, Ordo. Which, actually..." Sighing, the snaps on the blaster holsters come off as the smuggler's hands find the grips.

"And your daughter was such a nice girl..." Before the two security guards knew what was happening, they each had a blaster bolt in gut, doubling them over. He rammed his knee into the face of the one on his right, knocking him out cold, before pistol whipping the guy on his left, leaving him in a similarly unconscious state. The station head managed to fumble a blaster into his hand and get a shot off, but it glanced off the Mandalorian Iron that made up Elias's armor, slamming into the wall instead and scorching it. "Pity you decided killing me was a good route, I much prefer leaving the daddys of pretty girls alive." He squeezed the trigger on the Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistol in his right hand, leaving a smoking hole where the man's heart used to be. Sighing, he heads for the door out, squeezing around the late station head's daughter as he replaces his helmet and then for the hangar, closing the door to the head's office to give the grieving girl some privacy. "Such a waste of good potential. He might have figured out how to scare of the Empire's first attack given enough time."

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Alicia Harnick

Level: 3
Day/Time: Day Two
Location: Butter Building, Kirby's Dream Land
Interacting:
Mention: Frisk Dreemur@Guardian Angel Haruki, Banjo-Kazooie@Etherean Fire, Cloud Strife@Holy Soldier, Wario@Holy Soldier, Waluigi@Holy Soldier
Word Count: 518

When Cloud had asked for the others to continue ahead, Alicia simply obliged the pair, moving up and waiting for them. When they found the Wario Brothers on the other side of the doors, the Titan's first thought was to wonder how they had even managed to get down here, especially since they would have had to go through the same system that their party had been. Still, they had saved the group one trio of bosses to fight off for which the Striker was thankful. Iron appeared as Frisk called for them to search for Mario's soul and hat and, after he and Alicia look at each other, begins to scan the various mountains of gold for any sign of the hat at least. A soul was much harder to scan for, but Alicia set to sifting through the gold, though if it was a recent addition to this treasury, it would be somewhere on top.

However, before the group had gotten far in their searching, Wario made it known that he'd laid claim to the gold and didn't want anyone touching it. The Striker ignored him, preferring to be certain, but after another few seconds of trying to sift the gold, she gave up. There was simply too much of it to be certain they weren't missing the two things they were looking for. She followed the indication to the next door and frowned as Iron joined her, hovering just over her right shoulder, ignoring the fat bastard's attempts at getting them to hand over their goods. "This is a darkness on par with that of Oryx before he retreated to his Throne World. And he was incredibly powerful, even in our world."

"I agree. I wonder if there's any way to-" It would seem that for once, she and Frisk were of the same mind, though she wondered how begrudgingly Frisk was asking Wario for help. It was fairly apparent that none of the group had a high opinion of the fellow, though Alicia was happy that his ass, for the time being, was aimed away from her and at other areas of the room. "It would seem they've already had the same thought as us. I don't imagine our leader is happy about it though."

Iron nodded as he vanished back into his Guardian's armor. "I don't blame him for it, but it simply can't be helped if we're going to win in the next battle." Alicia made no reply to her Ghost, instead simply posting up near the door and waiting, the Doctrine of Passing held in a relaxed grip. Knowing that they faced someone at bare-minimum as strong as Oryx outside of his Throne World, she suddenly wished she'd brought weapons with more umph behind them than an auto-rifle and a sword, even if the sword could throw some powerful Arc discs.

"Remind me when we return to the castle to requisition my Gjallarhorn from my Vault."

"Feel the need for extra firepower," the Ghost replies, amusement in his voice.

"As Lord Shaxx says, there's no such thing as too much firepower."

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James Varrock

Level: 5
Day/Time: Day Three-Early Morning
Location: Platform City-Tetris Castle
Interacting: Guile and Rosalina@Holy Soldier, Fox@Etherean Fire, Sparx@Holy Soldier, Shantae@Guardian Angel Haruki, Bently@ONL, Cuphead@Majoras End, Taric@DracoLunaris
Mention:

James was amongst the last to arrive, stopping every now and then to make sure there were no more baddies trying to sneak up on the group as they headed for the castle. He had been ahead of the majority of them, but had provided overwatch for them after he'd decided that between the ambush at the Smash Arena and the unexpected attack on the Castle no more chances could be afforded. However, Charger had arrived with the group and had funneled the audio through to the Hunter, who was able to stay up to speed thanks to it.

However, as he arrived and caught sight of the exact shape that Guile was in, he doubted that even his and Charger's trick would have worked. He arrived just on the tail end of the turtle's piece and removed his helmet, letting his hair sweep against his forehead as Charger vanished back into his armor. "Not just dangerous, foolish at this juncture. I'm a Hunter, we live to gamble and spend all our spare time out in the Wilds of Earth back home, mostly alone. But we never make a gamble we're not confident we can win. Guile's a member of the Council and incredibly powerful a fighter and this guy bested him. Who he is won't matter if we can't beat him."

The Nightstalker walked around to where the others could see him and looked at Rosalina. "Where are the other Council Members? Shouldn't they know about this?"

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

<Snipped quote by Zarkun>

So Fufu was a mice murderer?! (pun)

@Crimson Raven

Why else would the good fairy be so upset?

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

No, no, I'm pretty sure he popped them.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

GM POST

𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕭𝖔𝖔'𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊

Day/Time: Day Three-Morning
Location: Boo's Castle
Tagging: Six@Majoras End, The Heavy@ONL, Akira@Tenma Tendo, Slayer@Lugubrious

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The Boo facing off with Slayer had no chance to react, the backhand sending it tumbling out over the abyss in to its white cousins, bowling them over. Growling in annoyance, he grabbed one and threw it aside, yelling at it as it slammed into the wall. "Out of the way you worthless white puff!" He soared at Slayer once more, but not before the vampire gentleman had launched his attack, the wall of flames spreading towards the other two Boos. However, Slayer would hardly get to enjoy watching Six’s Boo disappear in a purple ball of smoke between his own attack and her dark magic as his own opponent slammed him with a purple fire infused uppercut to the chin, sending him backwards. ”Cheap trick, fang face. Normally, I’d approve, but you did it on me!”

The lead Boo, meanwhile, simply phased through the flames before charging the now disarmed Akira, the bullet he fired, skimming it and making it grimace in pain before it swung hard in an overhead blow with one fist, the purple flames encasing it’s little fist. Meanwhile, Heavy’s ghost took the dagger, not vanishing, but visibly growing weaker, though it still simply phased through the giant Russian man when he tried to jump on it. ”I mean...really?” It seemed more amused than anything, and hadn’t really tried to attack yet. Perhaps this one was more reasonable?

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XP INITIATED!

GM Note: From now on, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.

P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Slayer, Akira, Heavy, and Six.

XP Awarded

Slayer-1
Akira-1
Heavy-2
Six-1

Pokemon: Worlds Collide

𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 '𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻' 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓻

May 17th, 2020, Egypt

Jason took each object from the professor as it was offered, looking it over. The Great Ball was a greatly appreciated advancement from the Pokeballs he'd been using. With it, he could seriously consider finding stronger Mon to capture. Then came the potion, a tool for which the Wandering Swordsman was thankful. His team was tough but they still needed healing on occasion, more often than he often liked to admit. All in all, the items were tools that he could use to ensure this would hopefully not face the problems his own had with the Legendary Pokemon that were running free. "Je vous remercie, Professor. As for transportation, I think I'll be heading back to France, so I'll require a plane. If Ho-oh is here, it is a safe bet we may find Lugia as well and I'm hoping Professor Sycamore can offer advice on where to go next."

Notes

Slayer, Gallade Male-34
Gaia, Absol Female-34
Crunch, Gabite Male-34
Tracer, Kabuto Male-34
Prankster, Skarmory Male-34
Lucky, Lucario Male-34

The Three Realms War [Act II] [DMC/Bayonetta/Darksiders Crossover]

A Discussion with Blades

Wrath stood further towards the back of the three groups during the meeting, listening as the three leaders shared information and generally reaffirmed the terms of the single most shaky alliance the Nephilim had ever seen. Angels and Demons were already naturally...well, to say distrusting of each other would be one of the greatest understatements he’d ever heard, but he could nary think of a better way to phrase it; humans, likewise, held little to no trust for Heaven or Hell, though Wrath liked to blame the Hierarchy for the distrust held for Heaven. A small contingent of the Army of Light, about a thousand angels strong, had come to Brightwater Isle under Zarrath’s command, who stood to Kushiel’s left, silently listening and watching. He hadn’t said a word since entering the room and had at some point recognized Gomory, but he was there was a commander of Heaven’s forces, so anything else would have to wait.

When it adjourned, the Nephilim followed his friend and mentor out as Kushiel flew off. ”Quite the chain of events, eh old friend?” The archangel he walked next to didn’t reply right away, a hand still resting on his katana’s hilt as they walked. When they reached a quiet alcove, a pond at one end, opposite where they’d come in, he finally spoke, angels of the Army of Light flying in formation through the air on patrol, only seeable every so often from where they stood.

”They may be, but my concern is with the future, not the past. Such as what will become of this island once the Seal is either safe or destroyed? And how long can Gomory keep her demons in check before they decide they’d rather fight us than Vega and these other Nephilim? Even our own forces are wary of an alliance with Hell’s forces, many have openly stated their distrust of the demons.” Wrath, sighing, took a seat on a nearby bench and pulling Death’s Rain free of it’s back holster, removing the clip and inspecting the “barrel” while speaking.

”And what about Ladonna? Or Bael? Or even Sonna? What do they think?” The archangel held out his hand as a butterfly landed on his finger, the sun catching it’s iridescent wings and reflecting off them slightly, humming thoughtfully before answering.

”Bael trusts me, as do Ladonna and Sonna. The four of us have been Uriel’s Striking Fist for millenium. Still, they don’t trust the lesser Demons here; Bael even has something of a betting pool going to see how long before a Minion attacks a human.”

That drew a laugh from the Nephilim as he replaced the clip and put the automatic crossbow back in it’s holster before flicking out the blades of the Wrath Dealers, cleaning them though they likely didn’t need it. ”That sounds exactly like Bael. I’m honestly not worried about the Demons, it’s the Hierarchy that concerns me.” Zarrath sighed, though he knew that Heaven’s Nephilim had a good point. The Hierarchy was prone to...not so innocent accidents when it came to Hell’s denizens and the members of the Third Kingdom and they rarely, if ever, apologized for it. As Wrath worked on his weapons, Zarrath had an idea to help alleviate both their worries, something they’d done to destress during Wrath’s early years, not to mention if his frustration grew enough, he’d yell about what was really bothering him, as the archangel could tell there was something he wasn’t saying.

The Nephilim had only a moment’s warning, but that was all it took, the bladed gauntlets held up in a block as the black bladed katana sparked off them. His counter-attack was just as fast, a right hook aimed to land in Zarrath’s gut, but it found nothing but air as the archangel had flapped his wings once to slide back out of range of the counter, a trick he should have seen coming. ”You’re distracted, but not by concerns of Demons or the Hierarchy. What truly bothers you?” No response was immediately forthcoming as Wrath drew Rage Bringer and swung the sword in a vicious overhead arc. A rune flashed to life on the black-bladed katana briefly before a runic shield appeared in the great sword’s path, blocking it and allowing the archangel to race forwards into range of his own blade, unleashing a series of three quick slashes that force the Nephilim to go on the defensive, blocking the first two by simply putting the flat of the blade between himself and the katana, but the third required that he hop back and to the right, straight into a Cleansing Spear rune that sent Wrath sprawling. ”You going to open up and talk or are we going to keep this up?”

The sounds of the combat could be heard by anyone nearby, even as Wrath picked himself up off the ground and didn’t reply, instead opting to reassume his ready stance, which drew a sigh from the Archangel as he took his own. ”You could have given me some warning you weren't holding back.” As his sparring opponent raised an eyebrow, the Nephilim pushed off the ground towards him, bringing his sword around in a spinning horizontal slash, a move with enough momentum behind it that Zarrath opted to dodge back away from it than try to block it. His counter-attack was swift, however, as the black katana moved forwards in a thrust before transitioning into a slash to the left. Wrath parried both and then locked their blades between them and throwing a punch into Zarrath’s gut, a right hook that had missed its mark before. This time it was the Archangel’s turn to be sent sprawling, not that it lasted for long; he picked himself up before dashing forwards with the aid of his wings, a thrust delivered at high speeds that the Nephilim deflected to the flat of his blade.

It proved to be the wrong move to block, however, as the angel’s own fist connected with Wrath’s right cheek, spinning the spawn of Angel and Demon bones spinning away and back to the ground. Spitting a bit of blood as he rubbed his cheek, Wrath finally sighed in defeat. ”Fine, fine, I give. It’s these other Nephilim, the ones after the Seals for their own reasons. Aeon and Void are the only two I’ve met and…”he sighs again, standing and sheathing Rage Bringer, “I don’t know what to feel. I mean, I’ve had centuries to prepare for finally meeting Death, War, Strife and Fury, a meeting I don’t expect to be peaceful unless I still serve the Council, but these ones out of the blue? I mean...how?”

Zarrath sheathed Shadowsteel as he considered the best response, relative silence once more reclaiming the alcove and the birds and insects returning. ”I wish I could offer you some kind of answer, but this is as much a surprise to us as it is you. If she weren’t so busy hiding in Hell, I would find Lilith and force the answers from her wretched mouth, but no angel goes to Hell and returns unscathed, even Hellguard.” Noticing the discouraged look on his former student’s face, he approaches him and rests a hand on his shoulder. ”You will get answers, Wrath; that much I can promise. I just...can’t promise when.” Looking to his friend, the Nephilim nods before returning to his seat at the bench after turning it upright, a look of thoughtfulness on his face.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

GM POST

𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕭𝖔𝖔'𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊

Day/Time: Day Three-Morning
Location: Boo's Castle
Tagging: Six@Majoras End, The Heavy@ONL, Akira@Tenma Tendo, Slayer@Lugubrious

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Slayer's well timed counter attack managed to disperse all but one of the flames, which found it's mark on the large Russian, specifically his shoulder. And while he found it to not be painful all the time, every now and then it would cause piercing pain before stopping. It was clear that he needed to either get it off or put it out, but it was a question of how, which would need to be focused on another time as the first of the purple Boos reached the group; only to be banished by Heavy's finger gun, which caused the others to hesitate. "What just-."

The Boo found it's question cut short as Akira's waves of dark magic reached them, and while four of the remaining five managed to dodge the attacks, the fifth wasn't so fortunate, vanishing in a puff of smoke and a grunt of frustration. The remainder squared off with each hero. Six's was on the receiving end of her attack, but nothing seemed to happen at first. Still, the rushed forwards once again, a purple ghost managing to knock Six off of Akira's back and both of Heavy's and Slayer's opponents moving to deliver punches laced with purple fire to the pair. Akira would find himself facing off with the one who spoke to them before, it's little nubs laced with purple flames. "Feeling lucky, punk?" Meanwhile, Six found her Boo looking a little haggard, but his flames at full strength and it launched another ball of them at her.

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XP INITIATED!

GM Note: From now on, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.

P.O.

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P.O.: Slayer, Akira, Heavy, and Six.

XP Awarded

Slayer-2
Akira-2
Heavy-2
Six-2