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🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie's parent's house

Nothing. Just a normal day for everyone else. Annie moved her eyes from side to side and let the blind go as the two detectives left her home. She was alone, but something wasn't sitting right with her. Frowning she flicked on the TV to let some background noise play, just so she wouldn't feel so alone. It was the news channel and they were talking about...stuff.

"Okay, Doug. I think I am going to stay home after all. I just need a break. Today was too much." She spoke to her dog. It was a habit of hers to talk to her dog when she was alone. Helped her verbalize and collected her thoughts. "I need a snack. Maybe some yogurt, or something."

Opening the fridge she fetched her snack and popped it open, beginning to scoop up the viscious pink food that tasted of fruit with a shiny metal spoon. Sitting on the kitchen table she looked through the window at the backyard. She had to mow it soon, she thought. Annie did chores around the house, of course. It was the least she could do considering her parents were continuing to let her stay at home rent free. She was blessed enough to live with a well off family. Money didn't give one happiness but she would rather be well off and unhappy then poor and unhappy. Like those kids who don't even have a home to feel safe in, or one to return to at all. She still had to call the Child Protective Services for-

Her phone was ringing in her backpocket. Leaning to the side she grabbed her pink-covered phone in her hand. It was Willow! Annie tapped the green answer button with her thumb and held it up to her ear. "Huhllo!" She answered enthusiastically, the yogurt in her mouth muffling her voice somewhat.

The Crossroads (Multiverse-Style Battle Royale Crossover RP) (Unlimited Slots, Always Accepting!)

Eltariel

@Lmpkio

Eltariel smiled, turning away briefly. The man here- she would have to ask his name- was a humble one. She liked that. Still, she wasn't sure how to feel. She'd never really needed help before.

"Well...coincidence or not. I'd still be over there were it not for your intervention." She aimed a thumb over her shoulder at the corpse in the snow. Indeed, he didn't know about elves, but that was to be expected given he was from another world entirely. It was impossible to know where he came from. This lack of knowledge was startling, and it was truly a humbling thought to know that there were countless histories just as complicated and layered as her own. Somewhere out there. Could there be another Eltariel? Or perhaps an Eltariel that hadn't make the mistakes that she had? A Middle-Earth where Sauron stayed defeated? It was impossible to know.

She tried not to let herself get too distracted on the abstract, cosmic factors at play and instead focus on the current situation at hand.

"Yes. Without the Tower, I cannot return to the land of the living in another body. A preposterous luxury for some, but in my line of work it is desperately needed." She admitted.

"What's your name?" She asked after a moment. Eltariel had turned her head away from him at this point and was idly scanning the tree line for any sign of the warlord or any other number of threats.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

Somewhere, a violin sings a sweet, sad song.

Chloe's eyes flash open and she snaps back to the world of the living. They scan the environment wildly, and her brain screeches back into gear as she remembers who she is and what she is doing. Her arm clutches at her shoulder, but the wound is gone. All healed up, like it wasn't even there. Her shoulder is a bit less muscular than she remembered but it's a small price to pay for not dying. That must have been what that little Stand Taras had could do. Heal people? She wasn't dead!

She wasn't dead, and she could still fight. Her face was pale and her energy was sapped, but her mental fortitude was as strong as ever. She extended a hand upward and Ritz, that behemoth wooden, brass, and porcelain doll that had been there all her life, materialized and hoisted her to feet. The smile returned to Chloe's lips. She knew what she had to do.

Chloe turned and looked to the fort, hidden behind trees. Somewhere, a sniper was watching. She was mostly likely already in that nazi bastard's side.

"Go on, Ritz. Gimme Winston." Chloe asked of her stand quietly, voice ragged, smile weak but genuine. Quickly, Ritz used it's long arms to unhook the smoke bomb disk from the gramophone and slot another inside. Before her, materialising from static, a Churchill tank hummed to life. Ritz walked behind it, having to crouch down in order to be comfortably concealed behind the tanks body. It thrummed to life and began to tread forward, making steady progress toward her destination. Ritz began to hum a little melody, it's voice warm, analogue, distant.

Tupolev had just been caught by a net. The enemy had laid out devious traps, it seemed. No worries, Chloe thought, leaning on the tank for support. She just had to line this up right. Fortunately, Puttin' on the Ritz was a fairly precise Stand, and she had a lot of practice back in training with aiming her discs. With a satisfying wooden clunk, Ritz removed the steel plate disc from the storage device mounted in her back.

It stepped out from behind the tank and threw it like a frisbree with speed and precision. "Don't move, comrade!" Ritz called out in a terrible Russian accent, breaking away from it's song. It sounded just like Chloe, but a recording of Chloe. The actual Chloe snickered to herself from behind her tank, pleased with herself. Chloe owed Tupolev everything at this moment- the least she could do was repay him by making sure he didn't catch a bullet.

The disc zoomed through the air where it snapped and shattered against the wire keeping Tupolev suspended. The wire was cut, but the disc broke in the process, which was Yonaka's plan. Materializing in the air was a free and half foot tall, five feet wide reinforced metal plate that looked like it belonged on the side of a troop transport. Gravity pulled it downward, but since it was recorded to be buried in the ground, it remained steadfast and upright as it plummeted down along with the unlucky Russian caught in the devious, gruesome trap.

It slammed into the ground, still upright, cutting through some of the looser parts of the net as it did so. It was heavily bullet resistant and would give Tupolev ample cover to cut himself free of any already damaged net. The tank continued it's advance. As it did so, it began to blindly spray pre-recorded bullets into the tree line.

"Sorry, Lilliane," Ritz apologised with a cheeky grin, turning away from Tupolev to glance at the french woman. "But I'm guessin' our cover was already blown, yeah?" The seven foot tall behemoth of a Stand shrugged, and then frowned as it began to concentrate on the battle ahead. Chloe, in her weakened state, was utilizing the booming potential of her Stand's voice to broadcast it's staticky message across the cacophany of battle. No doubt, though, the Stand shared the same mannerisms as it's user, who walked behind the tank with one hand on it's rear, whipping her head back and forth.

With that, the steel barrier was removed from her arsenal, but she could always record something else in it's stead. Besides, the last thing they needed was more people taking a bullet. Kiara seemed to have not done so well, but she was outside of Ritz' range to help. Hopefully she would be okay- she was the only one that didn't seem to mind Chloe's company.

Overall, Chloe was just happy to be alive and be back in the fight. While she did not partake in happiness from suffering, or violence, like everyone she enjoyed victory. She thought she would have to retire from being a soldier, which would probably ruin her life. Of course, Chloe came much closer to death than she realised. Either way, it was good to know she wouldn't be going home. Not yet.

The british woman had surmised that they were going up against a Stand that aided it's user in firing bullets. No one could have hit that shot through the smoke without being able to see through it. It was a single, precise shot. Not the surpressive fire of an entire squad. Had that been the case, Chloe would have summoned the barrier infront of herself and taken cover. The tank wouldn't be as useful if they were being surrounded by an enemy gun team, since it always trudged forward. Not to mention anti-tank weaponry could still destroy the projection and damage people around and near it. But, against a single sniper position with anti-personnel traps? The way she saw it, it was their best shot. Whatever the others had, they clearly didn't have a Stand capable of effeciently defending themselves from the devious traps that sniper twat had set up. So it was up to the wounded Chloe to push forward.

"We're pushin' up!" Ritz called out, her fist enthusiastically pounding on the Churchill's steel surface.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

waiting for him ^

The Bad Guys - Can You Handle It?

this could be fun!

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin [redux]

Clara Cabello and Alejandra Jonas

September 9th

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"Tch," The young woman dismissed Osborne's short, shitty speech with a derisive sneer. "He doesn't care about us." Clara leaned down to Alejandra and whispered to her, condenming the mayor. AJ opened her mouth to say something but her face fell as Osborne left the stage after a paltry, sickly speech.

"What happened?" AJ asked disappoited and confused, raising an eyebrow

"I'll tell ya what happened. He's probably been shootin' himself up with cocaine and enjoying the benefits of his illegal sex cabal. You know how rich people are, AJ." Clara said, unknowingly garnering some annoyed or disgusted looks from some of the people near her.

AJ didn't say anything and watched as the mayor left the stage. She stuffed her hands at the pocket and kicked in the dirt. As the speech went on, now being held by the assistant lady, AJ laughed mirthlessly. "Oh, wow. They got the cops to give up their pension as if Osborne couldn't fund the entire thing with his pocket change. That's fucking rich."

Clara smiled, finding it funny, but then realised that AJ didn't think it was very humorous at all. She was grumpy again. Alejandra had dragged her sister all the way out here and from AJ's point of view, it turned out her older sister was right. This whole thing was a waste of time. Normally Clara finds joy in being right, since her younger sister is usually the correct one, but this time it rang hollow. Maybe because AJ was actually trying to contribute to something selfless and altruistic for once and it disappointed her. But Clara wasn't sure what she was expecting...of course it would play out like this. "Hey, AJ..." Clara began, a tenderness creeping into her voice.

But then Clara blinked hard and glanced around. "We gotta go."

AJ nodded slowly. "Yeah, sure. Let's get out of here-"

"No, seriously, we have to go, now." There was a protective intensity in her voice. Clara grabbed Alejandra by the arm and lowered her head, beginning to force her way through the crowd. She earned a few stares but she muscled through them with a strength not usually possessed by a person her size. Clara was sweating, one eyebrow quirked, teeth grit.

AJ glanced around, being literally dragged by her sister, Clara posessing a supernatural strength. "Cl-Clara? What's going on?" Clara shook her head. "I don't know." The latina's heart was pounding in her chest. It was an impossible to describe feeling, but if Clara were to try she would describe it as such:..it was like muscle memory for things that hadn't happened yet.

Instinctual yet practiced, recognizable but wholly unfamiliar. All she knew for sure was this: something terrible was about to occur and she didn't want to be around to see it.

Too late. The ground began to rumble. Alejandra's eyes widened along with everyone around her. Clara was moving too fast, AJ didn't have the powers that she did. AJ tripped, and fell, and the world was on fire. "Clara!" AJ called out, frightened. People began to scream and scatted, loved ones carrying loved ones. Clara huddled over AJ and tried to pick her up. Damn it. She wasn't being careful enough. Someone stepped on her hand but Clara didn't even react.

Clara wanted to just lash out and start punching people, but that would only make things worse. There were cops nearby, and someone could fall on AJ. She began to pull AJ to her feet, the crowd parted around the fallen pair. For a moment, everything cleared. There was suddenly no one around except Clara and twelve other people. Eyes wide, the redhead glanced up and saw the others. Was someone speaking to her in her head? It was that one. Clara's head whipped toward Scott, her ponytail trailing behind.

"Don't panic. You're not alone."

"Fuck off," Clara said in her head and whispered under her breathe, not kwowing whether or not the pyschic guy could hear her. These people had powers like her. And for a brief moment Clara spotted the back of someone's head, someone that looked utterly familiar. That girl. That jogger that fell down the stairs. It was her. She had powers. She could break the ground with a single step.

"Come on." Clara said, picking AJ up, who had been looked up at her sister as she whipped her head to and fro like a deer caught in headlights. AJ began to run after Clara but briefly turned around, spotting some people that looked quite unusual. Either way, Clara was moving quite fast. The powered sister was under the impression she was moving at light jog, and her movements would correlate with that, but AJ's sneakers were pounding against the cement as she was running full sprint just to keep up. Clara planted her foot on the ground and AJ came skidding to a stop, almost falling over again, breathing heavily.

"Really gotta work on your cardio, AJ." Clara remarked.

"Fuck you!" AJ said, breathless, light-hearted, terrified of whatever was going on over there. The police were directing people somewhere but AJ knew that Clara wasn't going with them. Only this time, Clara had fucking superpowers. AJ's sunglasses were steaming up and falling off the bridge of her nose and she looked even more disheveled than usual.

"Okay, fuck it. We're getting out of here." Clara reached her hands around AJ's waist.

"Clara, wh- woah!" AJ exclaimed, expressing her surprise as she was hoisted over her older sister's shoulder, and AJ's face flushed red with embarassment, clutching her hands onto Clara's orange crop top. With that, she began to make her escape, and AJ watched in awe as the ground began to rush beneath Clara's feet faster than she had previously thought possible. Clara began to make her way to the back of the fleeing crowd, and her eyes scanned for a way around them...or over them.