Zoey Boey

Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

i like evangelion and this rp sounds cool. so i am interested. my schedule might not allow me to join though so count me down as a maybe

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Winton, in the Inn with everyone --> Dress Shop

Now Dareen narrowed her eyes at the Queen Fatima, being more and more unconvinced of her act. She'd never stuck her tongue out like that before. But her attention was taken from this thought when Sybl offered to rub Fatima's feet and then blushed. Dareen cringed alongside him, quietly sucking in some air through her gritted teeth. That was unfortunate gaming.

Speaking of bad luck, Dareen was the next subject of Sybl's attention despite her best efforts. He offered to buy her a dress and she wrinkled her nose. Mmm, no, definitely not a dress. She would be happy if she never wore a dress for the rest of her life. He seemingly got a good luck at her, though, and offered to take her to a blacksmith aswell. At this Dareen chuckled, standing back to her own two feet. She flattened her shirt and sleeves as she spoke. "Ah, yes, the two hobbies: high fashion and weaponry." She said with a sarcastic wisdom.

At that moment, Gen spoke. Dareen was on the fence as to whether or not she should go. However, someone else telling her what to do made it easier. She briefly wondered what that said about her before nodding at Gen. "A woman of my caliber, huh?" She said, acting flattered to herself. Dareen took a few steps forward and looked at the group gathering to leave.

"Yeah, I'll go with you guys. Probably not gonna buy anything, though. Except maybe an extra shirt or two. Do they come in shades of deserty brown, or maybe sandy tan? Sawdust beige? I'm very particular." Dareen said facetiously. She made fun of her own"taste in fashion." It was a rhetorical question, one that Dareen punctuated with a wink at Fatima, calling back to their time they spent creating a dress for Dareen. Even though it didn't work out, in retrospect, it was fun.

Following the others, Dareen trailed behind, occasionally kicking absent-mindedly at loose stones. As she did she kept an eye on the town around them. Given she was told specifically by Gen to throw people off, she was no longer worried about her unorthodox appearance. She had even summoned her saber and sheathed it into her scabbard, casually holding the handle with her left hand. Occasionally giving a small smile to those who made eye contact with her. Upon reaching the place she peaked inside, getting a good look around. It was a tired but cheerful place, an environment that reflected well on it's owner. She deduced that she probably liked the shopkeeper, whoever she was. Still Dareen would be of no use in here. Dareen ducked out of the dressing conversation and elected to stand outside by the door, keeping a watchful eye on the environment around her, loitering casually with her back against the wall. Once again she crossed her arms and traced the line-dot pattern that ran beneath her sleeves. A familiar pose that Dareen didn't realise she did very often.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

@canaryrose@DClassified@DarkRecon

Okay Club 27 attack team, huddle up. Recon we came up with a plan in the discord. I'm writing it up here for future reference.

Objectives- Find Secret Room, Find Evidence to Exonerate Patricia Donnelly.

The team get to the walls of Club 27, using stealth.

Once there, Pandora does some scouting and finds a secret place to open up an entrance into the building. Patricia finds a place to hide.

Pandora and Kanati stealth around Club 27, using their abilities to isolate and subdue cops, bringing them back to Patricia so she can hyponotize them with their earplugs removed.

Meanwhile, Alpha runs social interference, walking among the officers and distracting them/ enganging in conversation as needed in order to divert attention away from the intruders only he knows are there.

Team comes up with cool hand signals to communicate with each other. Kanati and Alpha especially can use their advanced perception abilities to notify each other, and Pandora/ Patricia of guards they may not have noticed.

Hyponotized guards become assets in isolating and subduing other guards.

Eventually the entire club is under Patricia's control without anyone noticing. Put all the cops to sleep or keep some awake for further use/ making sure no cops outside the club get suspicious. Then the team is free to explore and investigate the building as they please. And no one is hurt, outside maybe a few cops have headaches from chokeholds.

Perfect, flawless, S+ stealth ranking. Write a few stealth scenarios where each team member gets a chance to shine and do something badass.

Collab??? Maybe??? Might be fun??? I love collabs???

Evidence: If the lady (Kat probably) who attacked Club 27 was wearing gloves, then how are there Patricia finger prints all over the place? Checkmate, liberals. And whatever else is in the secret room. Like a confession note from Seraph or whatever.

Ok thanks for reading

Crimson Arm: The Blood Red Edge of Humanity's Future - A Postapocalyptic Vampire-fighting RP

Koka

Minako "Koka" Kaiyo stood with slumped shoulders outside the building she and the other recruits were told to gather outside. Her black hair was tied into a bun, with the three large bangs of hair died blue. She had big blue eyes and mousy features, and she stood with a relaxed smirk on her face. She glanced around the others and down at her totally boring outfit. At least her tattoos were still allowed, since she had enough sense not to get any done on her face. Even though her earrings and her gold-painted crucifix were also not allowed. Crimson Demons wasn't an organization fond of fashion sense, at least as long as they were whipping recruits like her into shape.

Koka dug her boots into the ground, glancing around with a casually content look on her face. Things were moving forward, like they always did. She rubbed her small, itchy nose before standing at attention as their superior officer arrived. Everyone here was expected to follow whatever this dude and his other similarly stiff dudes said. This particular dude, was somber. She walked down the halls and looked down each one they passed, glancing curiously into doors and down corridors. Eventually however she settled on the walk ahead and began looking around at her squad mates.

"Pretty exciting, huh?" She offered, breaking the silence. Her voice was lower than one might expect given her petite form and young age. Low and smooth, like a late night radio announcer...who had just taken a hit of helium. She was still a young girl, after all. "Yup. I get the feeling today is the big day. The one we've allll been waiting for. I dunno about you, but I..." she closed her eyes and yawned. "...am pretty hyped up." She chuckled good-naturedly, her eyes half-lidded like they usually were. Koka was friendly, rarely seemed stressed, and always open for a friendly chat. Koka, and please, call her that if you'd like, had tried to be on good terms with everyone around her. The only folks that might have a problem are those who take their job way too seriously and never lighten up. For example, Koka never seemed too particularly enthused about the idea of killing vampires. Violence just wasn't in her bones like you'd might expect from a Crimson Demon.

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

B L A C K ⧗ W I D O W

in collaboration with @Mao Mao

Agent Briana Ayers stood near a black minivan, designated for diplomatic missions, with notepads for the security team. She was assigned to debrief them about the strange invitations that ended up at embassy offices across Africa. One of the diplomats, an American, that received the invitation was waiting in the van. In fact, the diplomats invited to Wakanda represented five of the ten major countries in the United Nations. No one else was allowed besides security, but they were required to be searched before entering both the plane and palace grounds.

Briana saw both Black Widow and U.S. Agent exiting out of the SHIELD headquarters. She approached them and introduced herself, "You must be the security team. Were you briefed on the assignment?"

Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, came to a stop and nodded. "Yes. But there can never be too much repetition." She said politely. As someone who had dealt with self-destructing messages her entire life, being told her orders more than once was a luxury. Natasha held her hands behind her back, while US Agent crossed his arms.

Ambassador Aiden Fitzgerald was still trying to make sense of his story. It was hard to believe, after all. Even SHIELD didn't believe him until other diplomats confirmed the invitation. He was caught off guard when the van door opened, but relaxed when it was just Agent Ayers. She made her way to the passenger seat while the security team entered the van. Then, he saw Black Widow. It was surprising to see an Avenger so close, but it was so relieving that he was essentially protected for any possible threat to his life.

"Black Widow?! I-I can't believe you're here!" Aiden extended his hand out to her. "My wife is going to freak out when I tell her about this!"

Natasha smiled politely back, accepting the Ambassador’s handshake. "I’m looking forward to working with you, Mr. Fitzgerald, sir." She said. It was a feeling she still had to get used too, people reacting to her like this. Even if it was based on ignorance, since she doubted most people would trust her if they knew of her past.

US Agent shuffled in as well. Natasha looked at Walker and raised her eyebrows, and he rolled his eyes. "We’ll be here to make sure everything goes smoothly.” She explained, turning back to the Ambassador. Also, it was a bit of a PR move, but she wasn’t complaining. An easy but not boring assignment was just what she needed.

“Good.”

The minivan began driving off and heading towards the airport that the invitation said to go to. Agent Briana turned around and handed them the notepads. It contained statements for witnesses that received the invitations before they dissolved. Along with footage showing the individuals that delivered them to the embassy offices. “These notepads contain more information regarding the invitations along with the diplomats targeted. All of them are part of countries in the UN Security Council. We’re still figuring out why them, but we have a few theories. Ambassador, share your story with them.”

Aiden took a deep breath and started to tell his story. “Yesterday, I was returning to the office for trade talks with Madagascar. I was notified that a letter of credence was waiting in my office. It was a surprise for me, but I thought it was nothing too serious. When I opened the envelope, I immediately saw it. It wasn’t like invitations that I received before. It was animating the message and info. But before I could’ve shown it to someone, it dissolved in my hand! I thought it was an acid attack, but it didn’t melt my hand off.”

“Our technicians think that it was some sort of pre-programmed molecular disassembly.” Briana added.

“At first, I thought that I had gone mad and made the whole thing up. But thankfully, other diplomats reported the same thing and I felt relieved. Now, I’m here on a special mission to establish relations with Wakanda.” Aiden finished his story and quickly added in his thoughts. “You know, when I saw the words ‘King of Wakanda’ on the invitation, I honestly thought it wasn’t real.”

Black Widow scanned through the documents while listening to the story, nodding along. "That sounds like a very high tech piece of paper. It seems to me like the Wakandans have a flair for the dramatic. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was only the first step of an impressive set of escalations." Natasha said, looking up at Aiden, Briana, and then US Agent. If her geo-political instincts were right, then it looked like the third and funnest option was becoming more and more likely. What was Wakanda up too, all by herself with no one watching her too closely? Black Widow liked to think she was above base thrill-seeking as a part of her work, but even she had to admit she was getting excited. She glanced over to Walker, who only seemed to be annoyed.

“Why’d they have to be all mysterious? Couldn’t they just come out and say what they want?” He asked.

“You have to consider the fact that their isolationist policy has been enacted since their independence. They denied foreign aid and refused to join both the United Nations and the African Union. Now, this could be our chance to convince Wakanda’s new king to reconsider his country’s policy.” Aiden answered.

“Or maybe he’s reaching out to us.” Briana interrupted him as she was staring at the airfield. There was a futuristic private jet with the color schemes of Wakanda’s flag painted on. As the minivan approached the jet, there were other diplomats boarding the jet and being searched by the rather out-of-place security. But nothing unusual stood out. When the minivan stopped nearby, the SHIELD agent turned to the passengers.

“Be extra careful. Make sure that you contact us once you land on the other side.”

Natasha nodded to the SHIELD agent, and then to Walker. Switching into a fully professional persona, she stepped out of the van first, then followed US Agent. Afterwards she went to the Ambassador’s side of the van and opened the door for him, keeping an eye on the airplane and the surrounding area for any potential threats. Her situational awareness was instinctual, she could maintain high levels alert without ever being mentally exhausted. A skill many people underestimate in its importance. ”Right this way, sir.” She said, coolly but with a reassuring authority. Inwardly she wondered if she could relax a little bit, but she didn’t want to let an ego get in the way of her job. Just because she was an Avenger didn’t mean she shouldn’t pay mind to the basics of security. She wanted to do SHIELD proud.

The troop approached the airplane and Natasha looked to the nearest member of Wakandan security. ”I’m Natasha Romanov, the security leader for Ambassador Aiden Fitzgerald. This is my associate, John Walker. We’re here by the request of the King of Wakanda.” She stood with her arms folded in front of her. A polite, respectful, but practical pose to ensure she could switch into a combat stance or draw her pistol in a fraction of a second. Right now though, she would let the Wakandans take the lead. This was, after all, their show. They had brought the impressive jet and sent the mysterious letters.

Security Chief Aviwe scanned the security team and then whispered to one of the guards to watch them. She made sure that they were unable to listen in and called General Okoye. But to make sure that outsiders were unable to listen in, she began talking in Wakandan.

Meanwhile, Aiden and his security waited in awkward silence for the chief to return. He noticed how their uniform incorporated both traditional and modern wear without appearing too foreign. To him, it was unusual in a good way. Aviwe returned and turned to the guards, “The security team has been approved. Scan them.”

Immediately, two guards pulled apart their spears and advanced towards them. Then, they used the tip as a handheld metal detector. Aiden was the first to be scanned and he was good to go. But, it began to beep repeatedly when it scanned both Natasha and John, but Aviwe avoided it and stared at the outsiders. “You can keep your weapons, but you will surrender them once we land. If you understand, follow me to your seats.”

”Of course.” Natasha said, impressed by the operation. Those spears had some fancy tech. Metal detectors. They must have dozens of different models for different uses. No doubt they were more than just ceremonial. It had been a long time since she had not been able to understand a language. She understood most of the major ones. One thing about Africa though was the sheer volume of unique languages. No one could possibly understand them all unless they had some sort of power related to it. And unfortunately, the UN had no translators trained in the Wakandan language.

She was surprised they were letting her keep her weapons on the plane. That was a good sign. Still, she had to be wary. Fortunately they couldn’t confiscate her lethal hand-to-hand combat skills. Well, they could but...not without a diplomatic incident. Natasha smirked briefly to herself, enjoying her own humor.

John Walker nodded seriously and followed Natasha onto the plane. Natasha glanced around, exploring the environment with her eyes.

The first thing that they noticed was how massive it was inside for being a private jet. There were enough for the diplomats and their security escort. And each one of them was waiting in their seats for takeoff. When Aiden and his security team sat down at their seats, the guards entered and took their positions throughout the jet. Then, a voice began to speak on its PA system. It asked for the passengers to prepare for takeoff. And within moments, the jet took off and began heading for its destination.

Natasha sat down across the from Aiden, her presence reassuring. With a sigh she settled in, adjusting her weapons so she could be comfortable. She saw Walker sit down a few seats ahead, the back of his helmeted head looking out of place in the luxurious atmosphere. She did as well, with her black and red tactical suit. But her red hair was well-kempt and formally tied up into a bun. She looked over out the window as the Switzerland headquarters fell farther and farther away, as they zoomed over the Mediterranean Sea and into Africa itself, the continent from which all human life first emerged. Natasha wondered what the Wakandans had in store for everyone. She looked forward to finding out.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

@DarkRecon@canaryrose@DClassified

Pandora stepped through the portal having reorganized her belongings. At the very least, she was doing something again. It had been a long time since she moved through a portal like this one, but never before had she ever crossed such a vast distance. It was a useful ability for sure. Though...Grace did drop them a bit close.

"Could have landed right on a bloody cop..." Pandora murmered under her breath. Pandora waited. It would be ideal for them to interrogate a police officer, see which ones were or weren't involved in the murders or the cover-up. One of them, at least, had to be crooked.

"Well, with your powers, Aria," Pandora whispered. "We could find out anything we wanted if we get our hands on enough coppers. I could easily snag a few without being noticed and bring them to you. Right now, though, I say we wait to see what Alpha here-" She stopped talking as a serious and stern looking young man dropped from the sky and crossed his arms. Then, he didn't say anything. Kind of an anti-climax, really. Pandora looked at him stoicially. Then, she juttered out her chin and lower lip, bugging out her eyes expectantly. "Well? What?" She asked, expression returning to her normal mild annoyed state.

She looked over at the school girl, Patricia. "You know this one?" She asked. Pandora knew a few of the goings on, and she had heard of Kanati before but her research wasn't paying off, as the identity of the stranger had slipped her mind. Either way, he didn't seem immediately hostile and Aria and Alpha weren't panicking. Alpha told them to fill him in, even.

"All right..." She marked him down as a new ally in her mind. "We're here to commit some felonies. You in, or what?" Pandora asked, making bitter light of the situation.

Crimson Arm: The Blood Red Edge of Humanity's Future - A Postapocalyptic Vampire-fighting RP

Are our characters in uniform or can they wear whatever they want?

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

H A R L E Y ☺ Q U I N N

Doctor Harleen Quinzel, PsyD, skipped down the poorly lit streets of night time gotham. Her light blonde hair was tied into two long pig tails, one died pink, the other blue, with a matching color scheme for her eyeliner. Her outfit was quite simple, just a black sports bra and black gym hipster shorts, a red skirt and red crop top hanging rattily over both. Her right arm was in a cast. She was humming a tune, and in her left arm a baseball bat occasionally ringed against a metal fence post. Tucked against her chest, held aloft by her cast, was a bucket of ice cream.

Her sneakers scuffed the pavement as she came to a stop outside an abandoned, wrecked townhouse. The entire thing was overgrown with vines and plants, the bricks crumbling to dust.

Harley smiled, hopped up the broken steps, and rapped her pale white knuckles on the door. It swung open a few moments later, a flower emerged from the door frame and sprayed Harley in the face. She coughed, waving away the poison. The door was still open, leading into the absolutely swamped interior of the building. Rolling her eyes and smirking, she put on a dumb founded face and began to walk like a zombie down the twisted corridors. Alluring music echoed down the hall, and a femine voice beautifully sang a siren's song. Flowers twisted and writhed in a mesmering dance. Harley stomped down the hallways, sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes.

Eventually she came to a large lobby like room where a pool had been created out of the center desk. The entire area was flooded. Large plants, ginormous creations, curled up the walls and swayed in tune to the singing. Various civilians and two cops danced in a circle with dumb smiles on their faces, holding hands and giggling together. Harley, pretending to be under the effects still, wandered into the middle of the room.

There, sitting in the pool with her arms over the edge, sat Poison Ivy, the enchantingly beautiful green lady super villaines. She looked over at Harley and smiled, but Harley could tell she didn't recognize her.

"Well, hello there." Ivy purred. Vines crept up Harley's legs and wrapped her arms against her torso. "Aren't you just a cute little thing?" Harley was lifted and carried closer to the forest nymph. "I'd love too- HARLEY!?" Poison Ivy threw her arms into the air in surprise and Harley was hurled across the room at a speed high enough to kill or seriously injure most normal people. She hit the wall with a thud and bounced, rolling to the ground, groaning in pain and laughing in delight at the same time.

"Ohh, ohohoho...oh, man. That's too bad. I liked where that was goin'." Harley clutched her cast that carried her broken arm and scooped up the ice cream bucket that she had dropped. She left her bat on the ground, for now. With a smile she got up into a crouching position. Poison Ivy would be bright red if she could turn that color anymore, and she was covering her face with her hands.

"Ugh! You are unbelievable!" Ivy chastised, sinking under the water's surface. Harley chuckled and hopped over the precipice of the circlular desk Ivy had made into her pool and sunk into the water, clothes and all.

"Been tellin' ya for years, Pamela. Ya need glasses! You're short sighted." Harley pulled down the skin of her cheek to make her eye look bigger.

"I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you without- without the-" Ivy emerged from the water and pointed at Harley's head. Harley ran a finger through her pigtails and shrugged. "Without the little jinglies, I know. No hat. No mask, no suit."

Ivy's eyes widened and she gasped. "I can't believe it. You actually-!?"

"Yup. Me and Mistah J? We're through. For good this time." Harley cut the air with an invisible knife. Ivy rushed forward across the pool and gave Harley a big hug. "Oh, Harley! I'm so proud of you!" Harley laughed again and looked Ivy in the face as they pulled apart.

"What's up with ya, Ivy? Seem to be in a good mood today." She quirked her head to the side.

"Oh, yeah. I'm high right now." Ivy said, sinking back to her corner of the pool, eyes closed. "Sorry I'm not as bitter as usual." She joked. Harley seemed taken aback.

"Wow! You figured out how ta get yaself high? Ain't there a joke about God makin' a rock so big even he couldn't lift it or somethin'?" She looked tilted her head again.

"Oh, I don't know. Doesn't sound like a very good joke, though. But yes, I did. I tried it on myself, and a diluted version on these...people." She waved to them dismissively. "And on you. I could give you the strong version, if you'd like."

"Naw, naw, I'm good for now. Need a clear head, 'cause I've been doin' some thinkin'. What's up with these guys, anyway? Thought you hated people." Harley glanced around as a police officer held his partner of his head.

"I do. I thought I might like them more if they learned to appreciate nature as much as I do. But no, not really. They're still pretty annoying. None of them are even that attractive." She said flippantly.

"Oh, yeah, I get it. So that was special treatment just for me, then." Harley said, smugly sticking her chin up. Ivy closed her eyes again and face palmed. "Ugh. You yourself said I needed new glasses. Clearly I do. Besides, if I had known it was you I would have thrown you much harder. Because, you, you know...tend to Bounce. But enough about me- you and Joker. You really dumped his sorry ass?" Ivy asked, leaning forward.

"Uh huh."

"Oh, no, he didn't do that to your arm, did he?" Ivy asked, her face twinged with concern and pre-emptive anger.

"Naw, that was me. I got drunk and got into a car accident on the way over here. This cast is just some lady's dress she left out to dry." She admitted with a shrug.

"Oh, poor girl." High Poison Ivy leaned forward to see Harley's arm but then looked around. "Leave us, you oafs. Go home and forget this ever happened, and don't come to this part of town again. I wish not to see you anymore." The party-goers seemed disappointed but trotted obediently out the door.

"Yeah, you oafs! Get outta here! Ya bums!" Harley called after them before looking back at Ivy with a self-satisfied look. Ivy rolled her eyes and then travelled closer to Harley, removing the cast and holding her broken arm. Surprisingly, it doesn't look that bad, but it was definitely broken.

"Like ya said, I Bounce. SHIELD-o prolly got me on a list, somewhere. It ain't too bad- never is, with me." Harley bragged.

"That's objectively untrue."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Batgirl punched your lights out plenty of times."

"That's- that's different. She hits real hard. And many times ovah, not just once. I can only Bounce so many times." Harley defended herself.

"Right. So it's only not bad when you get drunk and fling yourself through your window because you're dumb enough to not where your seatbelt." Poison Ivy chastised, already commanding her plants to concoct a potion.

"Wha- I did not go flyin' out my window!" Harley protested.

"So what's that glass sticking out of your shoulder?" Ivy indicated the small shard of glass with her eyebrow.

"That's...that's uh...okay." Harley finally came clean with a sheepish look.

"You're tough, Harley. You Bounce back. But you're not invincible, and you need to stop acting like you are." Poison Ivy ran some liquid over the broken arm, and Harley grunted as she felt it snap partially back into place.

"Yeowch." She said, rolling her shoulder. "Well, gee, sorry grandma. I'll be more careful next time." She plucked the glass out of her shoulder. There was a trickle of blood but moments later it sealed itself up. Over her several year stint as a supervillain she had picked up a few tricks, aswell as naturally being born with an X-gene that activated upon an unfortunate plunge into a vat of "chemicals." The ability to Bounce, and make other things Bounce. Definitely the most fun superpower of them all. Poison Ivy also gave her a dangerous potion that would kill most people and terrify most other people away. A rare concoction that permanently granted Harley a substance in her body that could regenerate almost all wounds very quickly, and gave her additional durability and enhanced strength.

"Good." There was one final snap, and Harley's arm was as good as new.

"Whaddya doin' in here, Ivy? All by your lonesome? I know it's been a while since we last saw each other. Whaddya been up too?" Harley asked as Ivy slid back to her side of the pool.

"Oh, I don't know. No one ever listens to me except you. The world is still going to shit. Batman stopped my plans over and over again. I only barely escaped last time. I don't know, Quinn. I'm just not feeling it anymore. Feel like nothing's changed. I've been doing this whole supervillain shtick for a long time." Ivy shifted, casing her eyes downwards a tiny frog leapt up on her raised index finger.

"Aw c'mon, Ivy. You ain't a villain! You're a hero! You're tryna save the world! What's more heroic then that?" Harley asked, trying to reassure her friend.

"No, I'm a villain. I'm morally right, but the definition fits. I'm trying to uproot (Ha!) the world as these so called heroes know it. Some people need to die. Or at least I thought they did. Clearly nothing's gotten better. So I've...just been hanging out, I suppose." Poison Ivy said.

"What about you? Now that you've dumped the Joker?"

"Well...I dunno." Harley said with a shrug, her voice getting quiet. "I've been...I've been thinkin' about gettin' into the hero business." She admitted, her pale face flushing a little red. Pamela blinked, narrowing her eyes and raising an eyebrow.

"Huh. I...I never pegged you for the type."

"Y-you don't think it's stupid?"

"No, it's pretty stupid." Ivy responded bluntly. Harley laughed, but her face fell nonetheless. "But when have you ever let that stop you before?" Ivy added with a smirk.

"Aah..." Harley's face brightened and she smiled wide, thinking about that. "...ahaha. Ha-ha, hahahahaahahahaaah! Haha!" She laughed joyously, her giggle fit wracking her whole body in the way that it always did. Unlike her crueller male counter-part, Harley's laugh could actually brighten a room instead of bringing terror. Though, she could certainly do the latter, depending on what she was enjoying at the time.

"Oh, man. When ya right, ya right. Thanks, Pam. You always know what to say." Harley's heart swelled with confidence. "Okay. I'm gonna do it. I'm really gonna do it. I'm gonna show those bums out there what Harley Quinn can really be. Not some sidekick, not some boring two-bit criminal. They're gonna love me. There's gonna be Halloween outfits with my name on 'em! They're gonna give me a key to the city! By the time I'm done, Batman will be nothin' but a footnote on my heroic legacy! I'm gonna save the friggin' world and make a boat load of cash doin' it!" By the end of her speech she was standing and shouting, her fists clenched triumphantly in the air.

(Oh God, what have I done?) "Um, that's great Harls. But, uh...how? Most people think you're just the Joker's looney girlfriend." Ivy said, trying to reign in her friend. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work. Harley put a hand to her chin, thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"Haven't thought that far ahead yet. I'll figure it out. I'm gonna put a crew together. Maybe I need to take a roadtrip outta Gotham to get some perspective, see what's out there. Maybe I'll start by icin' some jackass that has it comin'. Whatever I come up with, when I'm done, I'll come back here and help you outta your funk, too." Harley Quinn stepped out of the pool, soaking wet, her smile bigger and brighter than ever. She fetched her baseball bat and rested it on her shoulder, and placed a hand on her hip. Ivy couldn't help but giggle at the sight, Harley's enthusiasm was infectious.

"Well, all right. I look forward to it, Harleen. Good luck out there." She said. Harley nodded and began to strut out the door before she stopped and turn around.

"Oh. I brought ya some ice cream." She pointed at the tub sitting on the edge of the pool.

"Huh? Ice cream?" Ivy squinted at the tub like she just noticed it. "Is it vegan?" She asked.

"Wuh-" Harley was confused. "Whaddya mean? It's ice cream."

"But is it vegan?" Ivy asked again, seeming a little irritated.

"Well- I dunno. I didn't know there was such a thing as ice cream with meat innit."

"That's not- Is it made of cow milk?"

"Probably? What other type of milk is there?"

"Then it's not vegan. It comes from a cow. That's animal byproduct."

"Oh, come on, the cow's still alive! Ice cream shouldn't count!"

"Oh, really? How would you like it if I kept you in a cage and milked you all day long!?"

"..."

"Oh, for fuck-" Ivy stammered, momentarily flustered. "Look, there's almond milk, and coconut milk that can be used to make ice cream. That's vegan ice cream."

Harley laughed a dismissive bark. "Yeah right. Coconuts don't have boobs, they can't give milk."
"Oh my G- are you rea- it's ground up coconuts, it's a byproduct of the fruit!"

"Then it should be called coconut juice. Ya gonna drink apple milk? Orange milk? No."
Ivy clenched her fists under the water and sneered. "Just leave! Just go! And take your slave cream with you!" Ivy commanded with a straight armed point out the exit corridor.

"Alright, alright! I'm goin'! Yeesh!" Harley raised her free hand defensively and gathered up the ice cream, shuffling herself out the door. "Bye Ivy!"

Poison Ivy scoffed into her facepalm. "Bye, Harley." Then, she was gone, and Ivy was left to her lonely peace and quiet. Meanwhile, Harley, a new woman, skipped out of Ivy's place and took a big whiff of the smoggy Gotham night air.

"Okay, world. Wait 'till you get a load-a this." Then she turned and vanished into an alley, one of the many back passages she knew like the back of her hand.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Winton, in the Inn with everyone

Dareen was mildly puzzled at Fatima's behavior, but assumed it was a part of her she just hadn't seen yet. To be honest, she looked the type to do such a thing, even if it was degrading. Sybl also gave her a look that she could only reasonably interpet in so many ways. There was a Black Widow upstairs. This man was working, serving, a local Queen, Alice. Fatima was the only non-bitch Queen Dareen had ever met, so it was safe to assume that she would try to have Faeril killed.

This was most likely some political nonsense. She knew the others were having mental conversations about the situation, ones that she was not privy too. Totally understandable. Dareen was, after all, some kind of weirdo. She felt like she should take a backseat to the discussion at hand. However, as Jandar brought up the mention of a spy, Dareen hesitated. Now she stood, rising from her stool and walking over to a far wall, isolated from the discussion. Out of habit she leaned up against it and watched the discussion unfold. There was more likely more going on here than beach talks. Obviously, the Black Widow upstairs was an unknown factor of the Queen Alice and her minion here. If he was here to report them or attack them or spy on them, than Dareen's services may be needed.

Dareen crossed her arms and leaned back, rolling her shoulders and neck. Absently she traced her right arm with her left index finger, following the lines on her skin that she instinctually knew were there. This...was a familiar feeling. Often times she would wait on the sidelines while her commander spoke fervently with contractors and representatives of Queens. Only afterward would he feel fit to divulge some of the crucial details, and only then would she be able to offer her consul. The only issue was that once someone has made a first impression, it is often hard to change it. She just hoped Fatima wasn't making a mistake by playing it like this. They needed to get to Kaeleer to build a power base...and right now this Sybl goober was in the way.

The ex-mercenary stood idly by, her back to the wall, watching everything unfold and trying to piece together as much as she could. A nonoffensive, aloof presence that could be easily ignored-- by design.

World of Light

Kasugano Sakura

Level 2: 20/20
Location: Edge of the Blue, on Brineybeard's Shippy boat
Word Count: 785
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 2/30 (level up pending)

Sakura almost slipped off the railing but she caught herself. Smiling bright she purposefully flipped over the side of Shippy and hung onto the railings from the other side of the ship. Then she hung on with one hand, and pumped her fist into the air. There were fish, a pirate ship, a street fight, a clown, the sun and the salty air! Oh, it was almost too much! Sakura flung herself back over the railing like the fish being tossed overboard on the other place's deck. Though it seemed they might not be able to see the end of the fight, it was fun while it lasted. Sakura was beaming brightly, having forgotten all her troubles as she was swept away with the spirit of adventure.

"This is--- ugh! Amazing!" She was beside herself. Sakura had never gone fishing before but watched her crewmates do so with interest, folding her arms behind her back and tilting her entire body with curiosity. Especially looking over towards Isabelle and her catch. Fish. "Fish." She murmered. They were dying.

Huh...sucks to be the fish. I guess I never really thought about the thing that needs to die before I get sushi or steak. Maybe I should become a vegetarian! Might be fun. Hmm...I'll think about it. I hate to say it, but I don't really care about the fish that much. Sorry little guy, I'm just not in it for you. With a shrug, she skipped over to the front of the ship to watch them reach their destination.

Sakura squinted as she saw the island city in the distance. "...Wow. It's beautiful!" She found herself grooving to the music, tapping the railing and pausing with the pauses, moving her shoulders up and town. She ended up dancing casually the entire rest of the way, in a loose free way and every once in a while transitioning into her favorite dance move.

From on deck, she watched Peach's curious encounters with a pair of women who were cosplaying as battleships, and had superpowers related to them. Well, she had seen more outlandish street fighters in her time, so dressing up as boats- and having the naval affinity to back it up- wasn't the weirdest thing in the world. Still, she hoped they didn't actually think they were boats. Because they weren't boats- they were people.

Brineybeard didn't seem to like them very much, and Sakura found herself feeling bad for the old pirate. "Bye, Captain Brineybeard!" She called out. "Hope you find some buried treasure!" Then she skipped onland. Once there she turned around and waved discreetly to the mischevious boat itself.

Sakura had heard from the boat lady had said but was overwhelmed with options. Turtle boy junior had already scampered off, and while Sakura was eager to do the same she really did not want to get lost. She looked to some of the people she had already developed a bit of a repertoire with, Isabelle, Ace Cadet, Geralt, and Princess Peach. She wanted to make sure someone also took care of the cuphead and the hat kid, and the green hatted boy seemed like a real adventurer who could take care of himself. So maybe Sakura just didn't want to admit she had more in common with the younger seeming members of the group than she did the hardened adventurers.

Sure, Sakura had travelled alone a lot, quite frequently. But that was on a world where she was 99% sure she wasn't going to get attacked by giant monsters or get sucked off into another mini-dimension. Here? Not so much. If she got separated from the group- goodbye adventure, goodbye chance to help save the world. There were actual stakes this time, unlike her previous world-trotting escapades. At the same time, though...there was an immense urge to just get lost in this urban metropolis. So much so that Sakura almost skipped off to follow Junior before she skidded to halt and jogged by towards the group.

She travelled toward the center of the group, trying to keep everyone in sight. "I, uh, I don't know where to go, or what to do." She chuckled nervously. "I just kinda wanna go dive in...Bulkwark hall, right? We meet up back there? Or somewhere else? It's just--I know I can get side tracked and--" Sakura glanced down and flattened the edges of her skirt. "Well, I'm trying to...responsible." She decided. It was clear that the idea was one she was inexperienced with, and with the eager tapping of one of her bright red sneaker it was clear she was resisting the urge to wade into a new, unexplored environment.