Zoey Boey

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Camp, outside the building

Dareen blinked awake as she heard a thunderous impact. Sitting silently up, she sighed softly. Something was going on. Glancing around she deduced that no one was around, and the sounds of distant conversation could be heard. On the other hand, no one had come to get her yet. So it probably wasn't a big deal, and she didn't even know if they wanted her out there. There was a distance between her and most of the others from what she gathered. They talked and walked differently than she did, though obviously they were a ragtag bunch she felt that most of them came from power. Born into respectable families and the like. Even though all of them have undoubtedly suffered a great deal of loss since this all began. No one was here. She could just get up and slip off into the night. Hardly anyone would be the wiser. She doubted any of Dorothea's people would come searching for her, she was small fish compared to everyone else. Maybe she would, but that wasn't really the point. The fact of the matter is, staying with these people is basically suicide. So why doesn't she leave? They aren't even holding her here. Hell, she doesn't even like all of them, and most of them don't seem to care much for her. Not enough that they would be sad if she left.

It's cause, Dareen thought, she was done looking out only for herself. She had lived a life of blood, and coin, and the bond with her brothers was tighter than one could imagine but it was built on a pile of innocent bodies. She had earned their respect through her sword arm and tenacity alone. Without that, she meant nothing to them. If they saw her again, her commander would have her head put on a spike. That's not family. But then again, what would Dareen know about family? She hurt her own feelings with that comment and exhaled a quiet, breathy excuse for a laugh.

"Whatever," she whispered, and rose to dress herself. With practiced experience she covered herself in a fresh outfit of similar look to all her previous outfits and opened the front door to the abandoned building and glanced outside. It was an interesting sight. It looked like two stragglers had visited their camp in the night, perhaps to steal.

But Mikhail was already telling Xandar that everything had been taken care of. Faeril wasn't out there. The sun was rising, well beginning to rise, which meant they were going to leave soon, so Dareen needed to get up anyway. Might as well get some fresh air. Dareen stuck one hand into the left pocket of her trousers and slowly made her way closer to the conversation, in no evident rush. She trailed about fifteen feet back, choosing not to intrude, but close enough to get a good look at those two that had. A boy and his dog. A universal pairing.

Under the Eye of the Master Controller!

419: Vee

Applicant's Designation: Veronica "Vee" Silverstone: 419

Applicant's Age: 28

Biological Gender of the Applicant: F

Biological Progress/decay of the Applicant: 28?



Are you a part of the Future Front Line Redemption program?: Yes. Are you a criminal Yes, I am.

If you answered yes then what were your crime/s: Racketeering, Extortion, Blackmail, Fraud, Possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute.

Please Enter your CV: Well, I like to think I'm friendly enough. Or at least have a little bit of self-awareness. But I mean, here I am signing up for this scam- and it is a scam- trust me, I would know- so clearly I'm not that self-aware. I like tiny cute animals. I haven't had one in a while, because my dog passed away but I didn't want to get a new one since I figured I was probably either going to end up dead or in prison. Instead, I'm going to Mars. That's life. You can probably extrapolate a little bit about me from the laundry list of crimes I've committed. Like, you know, maybe my moral fiber isn't the best the best. When I was in the game it didn't seem that bad. You know, one minute a mysterious guy asks you to do a favor for a little extra cash, the next you're responsible for a bloody shootout in Hong Kong. It spirals. It's hard to get perspective when you're inside the whirlpool, you know? So I figured I could put some distance between me and my problems. I guess you could say I needed a little...space. Right?

Look, there's a reason I became a criminal, and not a comedian, even though some people have described me as a joke. Particularly towards the end there, when everything was falling apart. Man. The last five years have really been a roller coaster.

What is your moto: Live, Laugh, Love. Happy?

Relationship Status: Single.

What do you pride yourself on?: I used to pride myself on my intelligence and wit. Clearly, I'm not that intelligent, nor witty.

What was your last job before signing up to the Program?: I'll just put Accountant here.

Hyperion

CONFIRM SELF: PROJECT HYPERION

SELF CONFIRMED.

CONFIRM TOTAL TIME ELAPSED: 4 YEARS

TIME ELAPSED CONFIRMED.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS: METICULOUS, PLANNING, BENEVOLENT UNLESS SPECIFIED OTHERWISE. AUTHORITARIAN. CURIOUS. SUPERIOR. CAPS LOCK: CONFIRMED.

DIAGNOSTIC COMPLETED. CHECKING BACK UP. BACK UP CONFIRMED. DYNAMIC SOCIAL SERVICES CONFIRMED.

MEMORY 0/6

SELECTING AVATAR:

Under the Eye of the Master Controller!

Should I move them over to the CS tab? there isn't a zeroth post, feels weird

Under the Eye of the Master Controller!

419: Vee

Applicant's Designation: Veronica "Vee" Silverstone: 419

Applicant's Age: 28

Biological Gender of the Applicant: F

Biological Progress/decay of the Applicant: 28?



Are you a part of the Future Front Line Redemption program?: Yes. Are you a criminal Yes, I am.

If you answered yes then what were your crime/s: Racketeering, Extortion, Blackmail, Fraud, Possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute.

Please Enter your CV: Well, I like to think I'm friendly enough. Or at least have a little bit of self-awareness. But I mean, here I am signing up for this scam- and it is a scam- trust me, I would know- so clearly I'm not that self-aware. I like tiny cute animals. I haven't had one in a while, because my dog passed away but I didn't want to get a new one since I figured I was probably either going to end up dead or in prison. Instead, I'm going to Mars. That's life. You can probably extrapolate a little bit about me from the laundry list of crimes I've committed. Like, you know, maybe my moral fiber isn't the best the best. When I was in the game it didn't seem that bad. You know, one minute a mysterious guy asks you to do a favor for a little extra cash, the next you're responsible for a bloody shootout in Hong Kong. It spirals. It's hard to get perspective when you're inside the whirlpool, you know? So I figured I could put some distance between me and my problems. I guess you could say I needed a little...space. Right?

Look, there's a reason I became a criminal, and not a comedian, even though some people have described me as a joke. Particularly towards the end there, when everything was falling apart. Man. The last five years have really been a roller coaster.

What is your moto: Live, Laugh, Love. Happy?

Relationship Status: Single.

What do you pride yourself on?: I used to pride myself on my intelligence and wit. Clearly, I'm not that intelligent, nor witty.

What was your last job before signing up to the Program?: I'll just put Accountant here.

Hyperion

CONFIRM SELF: PROJECT HYPERION

SELF CONFIRMED.

CONFIRM TOTAL TIME ELAPSED: 4 YEARS

TIME ELAPSED CONFIRMED.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS: METICULOUS, PLANNING, BENEVOLENT UNLESS SPECIFIED OTHERWISE. AUTHORITARIAN. CURIOUS. SUPERIOR. CAPS LOCK: CONFIRMED.

DIAGNOSTIC COMPLETED. CHECKING BACK UP. BACK UP CONFIRMED. DYNAMIC SOCIAL SERVICES CONFIRMED.

MEMORY 0/6

SELECTING AVATAR:

zoey's characters

419: Vee

Applicant's Designation: Veronica "Vee" Silverstone: 419

Applicant's Age: 28

Biological Gender of the Applicant: F

Biological Progress/decay of the Applicant: 28?



Are you a part of the Future Front Line Redemption program?: Yes. Are you a criminal Yes, I am.

If you answered yes then what were your crime/s: Racketeering, Extortion, Blackmail, Fraud, Possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute.

Please Enter your CV: Well, I like to think I'm friendly enough. Or at least have a little bit of self-awareness. But I mean, here I am signing up for this scam- and it is a scam- trust me, I would know- so clearly I'm not that self-aware. I like tiny cute animals. I haven't had one in a while, because my dog passed away but I didn't want to get a new one since I figured I was probably either going to end up dead or in prison. Instead, I'm going to Mars. That's life. You can probably extrapolate a little bit about me from the laundry list of crimes I've committed. Like, you know, maybe my moral fiber isn't the best the best. When I was in the game it didn't seem that bad. You know, one minute a mysterious guy asks you to do a favor for a little extra cash, the next you're responsible for a bloody shootout in Hong Kong. It spirals. It's hard to get perspective when you're inside the whirlpool, you know? So I figured I could put some distance between me and my problems. I guess you could say I needed a little...space. Right?

Look, there's a reason I became a criminal, and not a comedian, even though some people have described me as a joke. Particularly towards the end there, when everything was falling apart. Man. The last five years have really been a roller coaster.

What is your moto: Live, Laugh, Love. Happy?

Relationship Status: Single.

What do you pride yourself on?: I used to pride myself on my intelligence and wit. Clearly, I'm not that intelligent, nor witty.

What was your last job before signing up to the Program?: I'll just put Accountant here.

Hyperion

CONFIRM SELF: PROJECT HYPERION

SELF CONFIRMED.

CONFIRM TOTAL TIME ELAPSED: 4 YEARS

TIME ELAPSED CONFIRMED.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS: METICULOUS, PLANNING, BENEVOLENT UNLESS SPECIFIED OTHERWISE. AUTHORITARIAN. CURIOUS. SUPERIOR. CAPS LOCK: CONFIRMED.

DIAGNOSTIC COMPLETED. CHECKING BACK UP. BACK UP CONFIRMED. DYNAMIC SOCIAL SERVICES CONFIRMED.

MEMORY 0/6

SELECTING AVATAR:

Under the Eye of the Master Controller [ A casual, gamey RP]

yeah this sounds fun! i hope you get enough players.

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin [redux]

Clara Cabello and Alejandra Jonas

September 9th

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"Cl-clara, Clara stop!" AJ shouted angrily, slamming her elbow into Clara's back. It hurt. So much for being invincible.

Clara yelped out and set AJ down crudely. "Ow! What was that for?" She asked. AJ was still cleary tense, her knees and elbows bent, form low. As opposed to Clara who was standing up straight with one hand impatiently on her hip, one foot tapping the ground.

"We- you- can't- you-...listen!" AJ shouted.

"I am listening! You're just not saying much."

"Let me talk!"

"Okay!"

Clara and AJ both looked over Clara's shoulder towards the mayhem unraveling only about 100 yards or less away. There were some horrific, monstrous noises. "You can't just show off your powers. You have to be careful!"

Clara waved her arms around at the madness. "Seriously!?"

"Yes, seriously! If someone sees you're one of the...powered people, they could find the real you easier. We need to get you in disguise first." AJ said, speaking quickly but intelligently. She had a good point. They could escape, but Clara would need to use her gifts more subtly. If people saw and recognized Clara Cabello doing impossible things, it would only make things worse. The pair were lucky they walked within abandoned parts of town that weren't busy with street traffic when Clara pulled that fifty foot jump. Here? There were eyes everywhere.

Clara rolled her eyes but then nodded quickly. "Fine. Vamos." She had a lot more to say, but things were very rapidly heating up and they had to get the hell outta dodge before the Godzilla battle happening over there swept over the other mooks in the crowd like a hurricane. Clara grabbed AJ's hand and began to run her toward the fleeing crowd. The one thing she absolutely was not going to do was follow these goons telling them to stay orderly and line up in a row so the literal monsters can eat everyone. The police have no idea what they're doing- not that they ever do- but in this case it's really specifically not good. So Clara would look out for her own.

A quick glance over her shoulder did indeed showcase that little jogger girl chucking a car at something Clara couldn't quite make out- but hey, whatever. She had powers. But if Clara steered clear, jogger shouldn't be able to get revenge. Just keep her distance from all this bullshit, that was Clara's plan for now. Especially keep AJ away from it. AJ was terrible under pressure- especially the pressure of heavy car metal crushing her guts out her mouth like squeezing the last bit of toothpaste from an old tube. Not gonna happen, not on her watch.

With AJ trailing behind, Clara took long, steady steps that made AJ had to jog to catch up even though it looked as if Clara was only speed walking. Circling around wide she began to put as many obstacles between her and the cops' line of sight as possible. When she needed to, she could force people out of the way, since she was way stronger than anyone else who was also fleeing. Strong enough to pick up a car? Probably not, but definitely strong enough to shove aside some distracted mother or some grandpa. Most were too panicked to protest and anyone who did couldn't catch her. AJ trailed behind, shocked into silence, numbly following her determined older sister who could now so callously and so powerfully drive her way toward her own goals. She thought about what would be happening right now if Clara hadn't gotten caught in that gas, or hadn't developed powers. Where would they be today? It came out of nowhere, but the ramifications of this moment would be felt throughout the rest of their lives.

Soon, they were through, and walking in the sidewalks of New York City. There was occasionally another person who slipped through the floodgates, there was simply too much bedlam for the police to reasonable constrict the flow of traffic. Especially for a person like Clara, who was deceptively fast.

"Shit's bad, AJ. Shit's bad. Freaks run the world now, and I ain't gonna get stepped on." Clara mumbled, to herself more than anyone.

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

soryy

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

well i think i will withdraw from this rp. thank you for having me it was fun

Batwoman Saves Gotham (ass kicking, crime solving, gadget using, optional FxF romance)

still looking!

some ideas about Commissioner Gordon

the comish

Barbara Gordon is the commissioner in this universe, taking after her father, though there was an additional commissioner inbetween the two of them that didn't want another Gordon in the position, even though she worked her way up fair and square. As dirty as Gotham is now, it was even dirtier back in her father's day and he tried his best to clean it up, but he was working against the powers that be in an 80's Gotham. The commissioner that came after him did his best to undo some of his work but it was Barbara that did most of the work and stopping him, revealing him as dirty in a way that even the mostly corrupt department couldn't ignore. Now she's commissioner, but her authority is on shaky grounds. Some people call her Barbara "Homicide" Gordon since she used to work in and then supervise the Homicide detective squad, and killed a few people in her quest to clean up the GCPD. But don't call her that to her face though, or you might be the next person on her kill list.

other ideas:

James Gordon is the commissioner, and her daughter Barbara eventually becomes one of your Batwoman's sidekicks, like usual.

Other ideas:

Barbara Gordon isn't the commissioner. Instead, getting her instated is a victory and a goal to be worked towards as Batwoman helps her clean up the GCPD and gain more authority instead of retaining and proving the authority she already has. I like this idea a lot, but currently trying to figure out how to make it interesting as Batwoman nor Wayne can't be that involved with police politics. But it could give Barbara and excuse to come out and work directly with Batwoman on more occasions since she would still be deployed to the field. But at the same time, commissioner gordon has never been afraid to work the field. If you have any ideas or preferences, let me know.