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12 days ago
Current A better version of that songs lyrics is "Take me down to the paradox city, where the grass is Sheen and boys are titties!"
13 days ago
But before this escalates....I'd like to say, I'm exiting this conversation.
13 days ago
And there's a hundred percent chance no one else will care.
13 days ago
Role-playing for some people is kind of like doing drugs. The more of it you do, the more of it you want.
17 days ago
Though it is superpower based.


I'm interested in laid back RPs that are about creating a fun and interesting story, more than RPs that are all about rules and regulations (I do make exceptions though). Also, don't ask me about my opinions on current events as I do not actually care about current events unless they affect my life in some way.

Which they don't.

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Location: NYC Compound, Wit's End - 2:58 P.M.
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Bartholomew let out a sigh as he slowly rotated his head, causing his vertebrae to pop as they were subtly readjusted. Leaning on his cane more heavily than he had been earlier, Bart did his best to shield himself from the sun's harsh rays as he made his way towards the only reputable bar in the immediate vicinity, Wit's End. Turning onto a narrow side street, Bartholomew paused momentarily and leaned against the wall of a nearby building as a man clad in blood red robes, a strange ornate mask, seemingly of Venetian make, and an ancient yet well kept suit of metal armor beneath it all.

The mysterious man folded his arms and nonchalantly leaned against the opposite wall, regarding Bartholomew with his slightly glowing, yet inhumanly cold amber eyes.

"You look like shit." The man says, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Bartholomew lets out a scoff. "Anyone would after spending several hours out in the hot sun trying to recruit two Deviants to the cause without making them suspicious of the motives behind your actions."

"So they didn't decide to join the resistance then?" The man says, tilting his head to the right slightly.

"Not exactly." He said, running a gloved hand through his hair. "The immortal, Jenny, said she'd think it over and left. I gave her instructions on how to contact me again should she wish to join my branch of the organization. As for the shapeshifter, Cameron, she joined Damon's branch of the D.R.M and has left my sphere of influence within the group."

"Eh, don't worry about it. Deviants like her will come around to our way of seeing things soon enough." The man says, pacing back and forth a bit. "Anyway, I just felt like checking in on you. See how the task I gave you was coming along." The man says, walking back into the shadowed portion of the street.

"Well I appreciate that mas-sir." Bartholomew says, bowing slightly.

"Think nothing of it Bartholomew. Anyway, do you need any healing before I go?" He asked, looking back at Bart from over his shoulder.

Bartholomew shakes his head, "No, I'm alright."

The man nods and steps into the shadows, disappearing from sight. Pushing himself off of the wall, Bartholomew continues on his way to the bar, his cane making small tapping noises that echoes off the surrounding buildings as he goes.
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It seems as if you would have used that "nigh-omniscience" before getting yourself into this situation in the first place.

Fenris (Female Form): Ah, but if I had done that, I would have lost the opportunity to fight Rorke.
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I question the wisdom of that decision.

Fenris (Female Form): You question the wisdom of every being who is not Ainz, Shalltear. Besides, being nigh-omniscient means that I can see almost all the ways this decision could come back and bite me in the ass, so there really is no risk to it.
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Indeed it has. Good riddance.

Fenris (Female Form): Well, now that all our problems have been dealt with, how about we go to this base of yours?
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I think I have had my fill of morons today.

Ainz: *Nods* As have I-*Notices Simons disappearance*-oh. It seems the problem has taken care of itself.
@Arawak and @ZAVAZggg -- if I conducted a full frequency scan of surrounding space, would I be able to detect anything specific about your characters? I'm assuming, for this RP, we should be able to at least notice something out of place to at least begin the process of interaction, but I'm wondering if there is anything more specific we'd notice.

Velocity. An object whose speed is the only thing detected by scanners. Everything else will have to be confirmed visually, usually after it lands. Not sure about Arawak's character though. Also I should point out that I'm landing on one of the civilizations under Vega7's control.
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What a colossal waste of time this has been.

Demiurge: *Sneers slightly* Indeed.

Fenris (Female Form): Alright, lets-

Ainz: Pardon the interruption-*He inclines his head towards Fenris slightly*-but what about him? *Gestures to Simon* Does he come along with us as well?
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Shinji:.... well, Theres going to be a hell of a mess with press coverage of what happened, here. Luckily I've already got a team workingon keeping that under wraps and keeping anything that happened here classified. Itll most likely be labeled as a terrorist attack. Now all thats left is to rebuild what structures that were damaged....

*looks to you*

But regarding you and your group, I have my own group of people that would most likely wish to meet you. Especially you, specifically. I havent met any universe busters other than the few within my group, so they most likely would wish to become aquainted.

Fenris (Female Form); Sounds reasonable enough. Let me just recall the others back here... *Reaches through dimensions and into Driunor, grabbing Ainz, Demiurge, Shalltear, Vinashy, and Simon, before dragging them back into this one. They all appear in a bright flash of light and distorted space on the other side of what was once "the room"*
*a platoon of high ranking soldiers arrive and arrest Rorke*

Shinji: ... I'm sorry it came down to this, Rorke.

Rorke: this isn't over, shinji. Not till one of us is dead.


Fenris (Male Form): *Stops channelling power into this avatar and dissipates what remains before materializing a sheathe on my left hip and sliding Solace into it* Oof, talk about holding a grudge. *Watches Rorke get escorted away before turning towards you and shifting back into female form* So what now flyboy?
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His darn patron kept healing him.

Ainz: And why should that matter? You've dealt with creatures like this before, have you not? Just fall back on your tried and true tactics so we can put an end to this pointless battle.
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