Zoey Boey

The Marauders (2018)

Yasaliah Josk: Pilot

The Satasi pilot had lost, of course. Luck was not on her side. Probably the consequence of never, ever, not one time, actually looking at her cards. She was incredibly drunk. She was already wearing light clothing when she got in here, and had just lost the last hand. She took off her tank top and was now officially in nothing but her underwear. Giggling, she leaned over to Rendel. "Look away." She glanced over at Aamra, smiling, reaching her hand out shakily toward her as if to shield her eyes.

"Look away. Shield your innocent eyes..."

Biting her lower lip, she took another swig of alcohol. "Raymond...you know what I would do? Raymond? I would go...I would go and kill whoever wrote this song. That's what I would do. Then, then, then, I would...go racing. Yeah, that sounds fun. I would go racing. It's been a long time since I've been racing." As she talked, she emoted with her hands. Her right hand held her two cards, and she accidentally showed them to the entire room as she pointed them at her captain.

"You guys have no idea who you're dealing with. I'm gonna come outta this room dressed in alla your clothes. I'm gonna be able to go to an ice planet because of how many layers I'm gonna have on." Somehow she had gotten the idea into her head that she would get to keep the clothes after she won.

The Marauders (2018)

>strip poker

josk is wearing like...four things. total. oh well. this RP is 18 plus, right?

will get a post up soon lmao

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Reika Saigyo

Reika sat back in her chair. "Fine then, Leo. Play your mind games." She said derogatively, sneering at the italian. She didn't like how he suddenly took over. Even less how everyone seemed to listen to him. He was gaining influence already, and almost everyone, including Reika herself, listened to what he had to say.

But he called the shot, so now he has to take it. She gulped down the rest of her tea like it was a shot of whisky and wiped her mouth, looking unapologetically at Rachel. "That's your mistake, Rachel. We're all unhinged here." She said bitterly. Going silent she crossed her legs and slumped apathetically into her chair, stewing in frustration. Rachel didn't even belong here. If she turned out to be the rat, Reika would be very surprised and more importantly, defeated. Leo's lucky guess would cement him as the new leader of whatever happened next.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

front parlor

The Pruulish witch looked up at Mikhail and tilted her head to one side. "I, uh, might do that. Thanks." She didn't move from the couch, however, and watched him go. He seemed to be in a good mood...Dareen liked him better the other way. A few moments later, Xandar lumbered on through and Dareen raised her eyebrows expectantly, but he said nothing and was soon gone. Then, someone else walked in.

Dareen eyed the stranger wearily. Judging from his face, he was probably another brother. How many of them were there? What's next; Crendar? Shmenvar? Fortunately, this one seemed easier to tell apart from his shaved head. The thing that was most different about him was his confident, almost hostile aura. He began unloading books- he was well read, apparently. Dareen always preferred verbal story telling to books, she thought absent mindedly.

Blinking, she focused back on him and spoke to answer his question. "I'm sitting on your sister's couch like my executions is nigh because I have nothing better to do. It's either this or look at flowers."

"I've only just gotten to know her...and under pretty unpleasant circumstances. But hey, at least the law is on my side, right?" She was remarking about the irony of the situation. Despite all the killing Dareen did, Faeril was actually the one hiding from society. Dareen was actually an upstanding citizen by the law's standards. The thoughts were bitter and humorous, leftover from her times as a mercenary. Kill one person, you're scarred for life. Kill ten, you don't feel it anymore. Kill fifty, it's funny. At least, that's how it was for Dareen.

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

Jehenne Alcroft

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Jehenne sneered down at the talking staff who, as some bizarre manifestation of Louise's conscious, pleaded with "Jehenne and Rote" to be nice to her. As if Jehenne would spare a considerate thought for this woman's inner tribulations. As if no one else in the world ever had an insufferable father! As if! It was insulting. Compounded even further by the fact that Louise laughed at their predicament and paraded Jehenne's naked body all around town. Embarassed, the slave woman crossed one arm over her chest and the other infront of her groin. Jehenne casted a quick sideways glance over at Rote. This whole thing was a disgrace. A young man like him should be practicing nobility or dressed in plate mail, off to fight in a war. Not in shackles. Jehenne herself should be at the Alcroft mansion, making important decisions and helping her clueless brother in the finer arts of social maneuvering. Now it was gone, burnt to ash, taking her soul with it.

Her foot was impaled by a particularly sharp stone, and Jehenne staggered a step. Shoes were a luxury she could no longer afford, apparently. Jehenne's eye twitched. Keep quiet. No point in decrying the injustices of the world like this Rote was doing. His cries would fall on deaf ears, and Jehenne had much to benefit from appearing the obediant slave. She raised an eyebrow. Was this talking staff speaking true? Jehenne had seen talking objects before, but never had she seen a woman trust her secrets with one who spouted out it's inner monologue so freely. Even so, if this Louise woman wanted a friend, Jehenne would be there for now. Yes, the ex-communicated Alcroft would be this Louise's greatest ally if that's what it took.

Deep in thought, Jehenne let her chained hands fall to her side and smirked at Louise's comment. "Quite." She agreed, shaking her head like she had left the house with her dress on backwards. "It's just a thin layer of clothing in the end, I suppose. Still, I always thought I looked fantastic in blue and black."

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

posted. @Blackstripe@DC The Dragon@MsMorningstar

i don't want to steal the show or like, attention hog. Especially on something so silly as this. you don't have to focus on Starfire's BS I'm just trying to maneuver her into meeting another character, lol. feel free to have the characters keep talking.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Starfire!

January 1st, 8:41 PM
Chipotle Mexican Grill, West 34th Street, New York City

Starfire looked at Virgil and nodded. "Chewing." She managed, taking the drink and tipping it back. Her predicament didn't change much, and might of even worsened. The Tamaran people did not eat, and did not have the systems in place required to eat food as humans did. Starfire's teeth were a relic, similar to the human appendix of a long lost species. Perhaps a carry over from the trifling and tinkering of primordials and titans. Either way, Starfire's appearence was deceptively human and it belied her utterly alien biology. Her appearence decieved even herself. The Tamaran quite literally did not have a digestive system, at least as humans know it. She waved off Clio, silently saying she was fine. Boojee? The language learning trick was quite inconsistent. Slang and corruptions were rarely covered, especially if derived from another language. Either way, Karen's reaction denoted it was an insult.

Karen asked a very bad question Starfire did not like to think about, and, Starfire was extremely phyiscally uncomfortable already. One of the uniformed waiters walked past and Starfire caught him on the arm. "Excuse me- is there ah- rest room?" He seemed taken aback by her visible distress.

"Yeah. Right over there." He pointed to a sign that said restrooms, though the alien could not read it. "Thank you." She said. Looking back at her friends, she stood from the desk. As the following events transpired, her friends would have time to discuss and answers questions with each other. Starfire would just be preoccupied momentarily.

"I will be right-- back. I think I made a terrible mistake." Standing quickly from the table she rather clumsily made her way over to the restroom. Halfway through her rapid transit, she bumped into a man carrying some of his food, sending it to the ground.

"I am very- sorry!" She apologized, trying to wipe some of the food off his coat. "I need to..." She didn't finish. It felt like her neck was going to explode. Well, not really, but it hurt to talk. Starfire had endured many injures on the outside, but never before had she experienced something attacking her from the inside out! This was a disastered. She glanced back over her shoulder at her friends and the stranger and grimaced a smile. It was a genuine smile, because at this point her mild suffering was bordering on comical.

A few steps later and many strange looks, she burst into the men's bathroom.

"Woah," A man said, drying off his hands and staring confused at the orange-skinned, green eyed woman who had made a sudden entrance. "You uh- you okay?" Starfire nodded and went to open one of the stall doors.

"Occupied- Jesus." Someone said. Fortunately there was another, and she locked the door behind it. Sitting down- there was a hole in this seat! Her eyes went wide and she fumbled to her feet. Placing the lid down she sat down and gathered her thoughts. Okay. She just had to rest a moment and all will be well. Closing her eyes, her heart and jewel within her abdomen glowed, and Starfire's head lolled to the side and she went limp. Green light flew to her neck, and the food within turned to ash. A few seconds later she awoke and coughed out the grey dust and the green light faded. Starfire straighted up and wiped her mouth off.

There was a knock on the door. "...Ma'am? You can't be in here."

"Sorry, sorry! My apologies." Coughing she stood and unlocked the door and opened it to see the waiter from earlier, who had given a worried look over to Starfire's friends and followed the woman inside the men's bathroom. "I was just leaving."

The waiter gave a concerned look as Starfire made an embarassed exit. The waiter shook his head. "Monsters..." he murmered, chuckling.

Starfire was already feeling much better. Much more carefully this time, she saw the man she had split food onto and approached him and the person who was cleaning it up. "I am very sorry for the mess," she said, leaning down to help. "I am very sorry for everything. I made a terrible mistake." The busser waved her off for she was doing little but getting in the way. Grimacing apologetically, she stood. Folding her hands behind her back, she rocked back and forth on her heels, looking at the man who's name was Rayner, though Starfire didn't know it.

"I will get you some new food, some day." Starfire meant it. "My name is Starfire; and I am sorry for spilling your meal. Really sorry." Her father was looking down on her in smiling shame. If only she had finished her diplomatic training this never would have happened. Master diplomacy was a long lost art, apparently. Starfire hoped none of the people in the restaraunt sought satisfaction for her disturbance. That was an ordeal Starfire did not need- perhaps they would accept compensation in debts being paid. Her thoughts were getting off track. Blinking a few times she looked over the man's shoulder at her friends and then back at him.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Starfire!

January , 8:33 PM
Chipotle Mexican Grill, West 34th Street, New York City

Starfire copied Clio- Mayaka?-'s order, because she didn't know what to get and had no idea what to get or what anything was or what anything meant. The three "soft tacos" were hot, and indeed soft. This was food. Food, in Tamaran, meant a different thing than it did in English. The alien had never had any nor had she ever had any use for it. Starfire glanced around, and saw the humans putting the food into their mouths. Narrowing her eyes, she poked the taco infront of her, and it folded backwards in response. Picking it up in both hands, much of the ingredients spilled out onto the napkin around it. One hard fought bite later, the entire chunk of soft taco fell down her mouth hole and lodged itself in her throat. One might noticed there was no chewing involved. It tasted like nothing, and Starfire felt it begin to clog up her crucial pipe. Carefully, she took another bite, trying to understand the allure. The same effect. No. She did not like the soft taco. Making a sick face, Starfire set the taco back down on the napkin and laid her hands in her lap. Slinking back against the seat, her head sunk into her shoulders from embarassment. Would this be an offense? Starfire forced a smile and tried sitting up straighter, to look more confident and comfortable like Clio obviously was. Starfire's smile was obviously fake, however, and she quickly gave up the illusion and frowned.

"I'm sorry. I do not like the soft tacos." Her voice was raspy and obstructed. She tried clearing her throat to no avail. "Maybe another food, some other time." She massaged her neck. Some of the people in the kitchens spoke a language she did not understand. Unlike her own world, apparently Earth was a place of many languages. How inconvenient. Though the last time she learned a language, she became friends with Clio, so it did work out in the end. Her eyes flicked from person to person, hoping someone else would start a conversation about something else. She didn't want to keep asking questions. Her sister was right. These soft tacos were terrible, and it was Starfire's own fault she shoved them into her face. She probably made herself look stupid. Just like her sister used to say, Starfire always made herself look stupid. Blinking she pushed the thoughts away and looked over at Clio to see how she was enjoying her tacos.

Anomalous

Veronica Silverstone

"Alibi incarnate."

Kilroy closed the laptop and her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "That was too close." She sighed. Mary had sent them a text of a card tocontact this so called Shadowbroker.

"Nah," Veronica said, waving away the issue dismissively. "She's fine! Good old Mary. Can always count on her to talk her way out of something."

"she has the charisma of an offwhite plasterboard wall."

Veronica tsked and look down at Bloodrose who was still laying on the floor. "She's more useful than you are."

"i could be really useful. you just don't let me use my talents." She struck a seductive pose. Veronica made a disgusted face. She didn't know how she felt about the idea of her Epsilons pursuing romantic interests. Or being some sort of erotic entertainer like Bloodrose. It made her feel gross.

"That's...no. Not...not yet."

"let me fly!"
Veronica shook her head and thought for a moment. "You really want to do this?"

"yes! oh my god, yes. i'd be so good at it. you don't even know. you don't even know! i'm way sexier than you are so you wouldn't know. no offense. i could be so good at anything. something serious."

"Okay, okay. Fine! Fine. No weird stuff. Hit a night club or something. Chat some people up and see what you can learn. Okay? Does that sound good?"

"yes ma'am." With that she confidently and excitedly popped to her feet and strutted out the door. As it was about to close, she popped her head back in and smirked, tilting her head back. "They won't know what hit 'em." The door shut behind her, and she was gone. Veronica exhaled and turned to Kilroy, who shook her head and looked back at her laptop.

"What?"

"She is a rogue element."

"I can reel her in if she gets out of control."

"I certainly hope so. Speaking of out of control, how are the Twins doing?"

"I think they are getting dragged into some gang war. Trying to make a profit. I haven't check in in a while." She blinked. "Woah. Looks like things are really heating up. I'm gonna need to sit down for this." She plopped down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling, concetrating on her shared vision.

-An abandoned warehouse, somewhere else in the Shanty-

"You ready for this? Shit's about to get real. In and out, real quick." A young, tense, but eager man wearing a balaclava.

"I've never been more ready for anything in my life." Jassaliah said. She was wearing a black, tight high collar sweater and cargo pants. She was wearing a similar balaclava that left her eyes and mouth open. "What about you, sis?" She said, glancing over at her "sister".

Phoebe was bouncing nervously on her feet. "Oh, yeah. So ready. So, so ready. I was born for this." She was wearing an identical outfit to the woman she was pretending was her twin sister. The both of them wished they had Abi with them, but the leader of this operation who went by Jericho wasn't trusting of outsiders. He had four of his men with him, plus the Twins, and himself, making for a seven person operation. Mary had discovered the location of a rival gangs place of operations. There were drugs and money to be found, and with the element of surprise on their side and the numbers advantage, they should be able to get inside and take out the competition and get the money and resources for themselves. Jericho is an ambitious man, and so has hired the Twins as mercenaries which is something they have a reputation for.

"Okay then," Jericho muttered. "Remember, we don't give a shit about any of these assholes." He braced up against the wall. He had supplied them all with Uzi's and shotguns, the Twins taking a pair of the smaller submachine guns.

Damn, girls. You really going through with this? Veronica's voice apparated in the pairs head. Yeah we are. We're gonna kick some ass. Just you wait- we're gonna get a lot of fuckin' money for this. More than we've ever had. The Twins are making a name for themselves.

No response. They felt Veronica and Kilroy watching through their eyes. Plinko might be there aswell, it was hard to tell.

"Okay. Three...two...one...let's go!" Jericho kicked down the door and ducked inside. The masked twins followed behind. Phoebe's heart was racing and Jassaliah was hopped up on adrenaline, a grin plastered across her face. It was a brief gunfight. Everything faded into a muffled cacophany as shots rang out. The four gang members inside were taken completely by surprise. Two of them were gunned down in a hail of gunfire as they fumbled for their pistols laying on the table. Phoebe and Jassaliah focused fire on a young woman who's gun fired off as she hit the floor. One of the men got a shot off but missed. It whissed underneath Phoebe's arm, and she returned fire and he crumpled to the ground. Breathing heavily, she smiled and looked over at Jassaliah, who gave her a thumbs up. It was so hard to believe. Her right ribs stung and ached, as if that bullet had struck her. Phoebe felt that area, and all was well. Her hearing was still recovering and her hands were shaking.

Okay, then. Color me impressed.

Jassaliah scooped Phoebe up in her arms and gave her a huge hug. Their idenity as Twins was a fascade, but the two clearly thought of each other as sisters and had the closest bond out of anyone.

"Fuck yes! Nice work, everyone." Jericho said, kicking at a corpse. He was standing at a large wooden table. There were cardboard boxes of cocaine, and stacks of cash scattered about. Phoebe picked up a clipboard, her fingers trembling. "Looks like there's about twenty five grand worth of stuff here. Think the cops will show up?"

Jassaliah shook her head. "Nah, they rarely come round here anymore. Especially in this warehouse, this place was chosen for a reason. Clean kills." Jericho agreed.

"Alright. That's about eight thousand for you ladies." He said, counting the bills out. "Let's get this cleaned up and ready to go."

Veronica's thoughts wandered away from the Twins. Sweat had appeared on her foreheads and her palms as the pure adrenaline of combat bled over into her own body. "Wow. That was intense." Kilroy nodded and began looking back at her laptop. Her corner of the room was barren. Unlike the clothes strewn about Bloodrose's bedroll, or the books, magazines, video game console and TV Veronica claimed, all Kilroy had was a little laptop.

"You ever look away from that laptop?" Veronica asked, incredulous. Kilroy shrugged.

"It has everything I need."

-Midtown-

Mary leaned her forehead against the wall of the bathtub and let the water run down her back. Closing her eyes, she saw the image of that woman's face right up infront of her. She was all she could think about. Unbeknownst the rest of the Identia, the Shadowbroker had gotten beneath Mary's skin. The motel was okay. The wallpaper curled and the lights were dim, and the TV was curved, but all in all it was just fine. At least she was safe and alone.

Hey. Are you- oh, sorry.

Don't worry about it. Mary's clothes were crumpled in a pile on the floor of the bathroom. Her phone was sitting on a desk next to the bed in the other room. The door into the bathroom was open, and Mary could see her phone if she looked at it but was preoccupied with washing herself.

Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to take point on meeting this Shadowbroker woman you ran into last night. Mary tensed up. Shadowbroker, Shadowbroker, Shadowbroker. Mary would be fine if she never saw her face or heard that name in her life. Was that all Mary was? The Epsilon who met Shadowbroker? Fortunately, Mary thought, thinking like this is different from thinking aloud. Thinking aloud?

I don't know.

You know her best.

Couldn't someone else go?

Maybe. But you know her best. And you know the streets best.

She almost killed me, V.

You were fine! Come on. You really gonna ask Plinko to do it?

Plinko doesn't have to do anything. What about Abi?

What about Abi? She's even worse at talking than you are. If that's even possible.
Mary sighed and closed her eyes. Fine. Whatever.

Don't be like that.

I'm not. Can you back off? I'm trying to take a shower.

Whatever. Chill out. I'm gone.

Mary could feel the difference. It was like Veronica had entered the room with her. It felt odd, to have someone else in her head. Veronica tried to push in 'maximum effeciency' and have the Epsilons talk back and forth without ever saying anything. The silence, despite the room being filled with chatter, was unbearable. And no one knew whether to look each other in the eyes or not. Or when someone was paying attention. It was like anyone could call her up at any moment and she would have no choice but to answer. Veronica doesn't get it. She can just block us out. Maybe we can talk to her about it.

Mary turned off the shower and the water dripped down to the floor in erratic taps. After a few moments she gathered up her clothes and wrapped a towel around herself, not bothering to do anything to spare her hair that dangled at her shoulders, and laid down on the bed, soaking it in the process. She grabbed the remote and turned on some garbage to watch.

Anomalous

@FunnyGuy Okay, cool. If you work something out, let me know. The Epsilons can go all over the place.

Offer is still open. I can literally meet two people at once. It's all cool.