Zoey Boey

World of Light

Kasugano Sakura

Level 3: 03/30
Location: Hawker's Alley, mentioning @Yankee and Blue Team
Word Count: 853
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 05/30

Sakura was on the case. Immediately she turned the purple big around and held it with her arms outstretched. Her mouth became a small 'o' and she then neared the baby behemoth very close to her face. ^{"Ya-hoooo, BB-Chaaaaannnn~!"} She greeted the adorable, grumpy creature. Unbeknownst to her, Sakura went full anime girl, her voice reaching heretofore unprecedented levels of high-pitched glee. It was practically a squeak. She booped her nose against it's snout and giggled. Then she rested in the crook of her arm and began to pet it's weirdo hairdo. Tongue stuck out, she was entirely absorbed in her showering of praise for the baby behemoth, giving him so much affection for merely existing.

"He's so smaalll and purpleee. I've never seen a purple piigggg but now all of them should beee purpllleee~" She murmered in an odd sing-song voice. "Yuki-chan and Blanka-chan have some competitiooonnn for kawaī otokoooo~~ Cutest guy in the whole wide wooorld~"

Sakura was finally brought back into this reality as Ace Cadet asked his question. The brunette chuckled. "Yep!" She replied simply, not seeming to take any offense. "No problem, Cadet-san. I'm used to being broke! And being insulted for being poor. You get used to it when your friends slash arch enemies with Karin Kanzuki." She shrugged with a smirk, petting the pig politely.

However, her face lit up as Cadet offered his gift. "Free money!? The best kind of money!" Sakura exclaimed, foreshadowing her potential future as a broke college student. Sakura rushed forward and, still holding BB in her right arm, hugged Ace Cadet with the other, picking him up, spinning him around and setting him back down again.

"Domo arigato, Mister Cadet!" She greeted him. "That was...gigginice of you!" She said, wanting to relate to him with his language. She accepted the gil and put it in her student bag. Then, she bowed.

"Okay! I'm gonna..." She turned around to run back into Hawker's Alley, then hesitated. She saw the dull colors and the red eyes of the people and felt that awful feeling again. "I...I'm gonna go, spend money...right now." She paused a moment, gathered her courage, and plunged ahead. She wasn't planning on doing anything too adventurous, and already her nerves wavered as she weaved from person to person. But she was going to be leaving here for a while, probably. She needed to get used to it! Encouraging herself onward, she found a snack store and bought the item she was looking for. It only cost a single gil. Once the transaction was complete, Sakura hurried back to the others.

She had acquired a packet of Pocky's, one of her favorite snacks from back home. It was a red box full of thin, crunchy sticks of dough covered in hard chocolate near the top. Satisfied, she showed them to Ace Cadet and anyone else who was looking. "If we're ever bored we can eat these for fun. I can even tell your future with them! I would know. I've been beat up by two separate fortune tellers, so some of their magic rubbed off on me, I'm sure." Sakura was only half joking. She shuddered the remaining chills that had built up in her spine throughout her quick trek. Sakura was pleased with herself, if a little tired from being around those influenced people.

Later, she would listen intently to Peach's findings. At least the Princess was good at diplomacy and finding things out. To be honest, Sakura had completely forgotten about actually needing to talk to people in her mixed reactions to the strange, wonderful, and dreadful city.

Then she heard what Cadet said, and what Bowser Jr. and Kamek said. They would need transportation. Sakura had mainly travelled the world by walking, by bus, and by boat, with a few plane trips thrown in here and there if she was travelling with Karin. The journey was half the fun...in most cases. The Abyssal fleet sounded serious. But hey, if they were really going to be heroes, beating up evil bad guys sounded way better than the hard calls and lesser whatevers that Geralt was talking about earlier.

Sakura decided to voice her opinion. "Um...well. An airship really does sound fun. But it's probably not as good as an option as it sounds, if no one here has already done it. Those navy boat girls look pretty tough, and they can already fly. We'll probably have to sail right into the bad guy's lair and shut the portal off from whatever evil dimension they come from. Like something out one of my otouto- uh, little brother's video games. You know? A real adventure." Sakura brightened up at this prospect.

"So yeah. That's what I think. Keep in mind I have no experience in this kind of thing, so take what I say with, a, uh, grain of salt. At least two tea spoons of figurative salt. I'll go with whatever you think is best." She looked over at Princess Peach. A sweat bead appeared on her forehead, and she bowed. "Uh, your majesty." She added awkwardly.

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

Koka

Koka entered the room, glancing around, her smile fading was curiosity took over her. It returned though, briefly, as she smiled and waved at the blonde girl who had complimented the entire group. Koka was especially amused by Himika's reaction. The black-haired girl's heart fluttered in her chest as she was told it was time to fetch their Crimson Arms for the first time.

"Oh-ho-man, here we go." She said. Koka rolled her shoulders, and bounced up and down. She watch as Himika and Hanako went first. Both of the mseemed to be affected by touching their blades. Affected them physically. But they seemed to get over it.

"Guess it's me, next. Wish me luck, ladies." She looked around at the group with a small but eager smile. The 'ladies' included the men of the group, as well.

Flipping open the case labelled 'Minako' her eyes widened, and she audibly gasped.

"It's...it's the most wicked assault rifle I've ever seen in my life." She said, her voice full of awe. She briefly covered her mouth and coughed, taken aback. Indeed, it was. All red and blue, a striking weapon that would stand out from any other. "I...I think I'm gonna cry." She said, playing it up with humor in her voice, wiping away an invisible tear.

Gently, she wrapped her hand around the rear handle of the rifle. And immediately, the effects were obvious, Koka the most strongly affected so far. Those looking at her face could see her smile fade and her eyes roll up partially into her head for a brief moment. Koka lost her balance entirely. "Nnnuh~" She stumbled back. Her head was swimming.

She caught herself on the nearest teammate, whoever it was.

Once rebalanced, she let herself fall onto her butt, crossing her legs. The smile returned as she shook off the worst of the effects, regaining her composure. Her face blushed a little out of embarassment, but other than that she seemed to take it well. "W-wow. Helluva kick." Her headache and nausa began to fade. Squinting through the migraine she began to stroke the barrel of her gun, admiring it. "This is...this is a work of art." She chuckled in quiet amazement.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Outside the Dress Shop

Dareen stood straighter as Thom and Dunny approached, bracing herself for whatever words were coming her way. This kid...the one in the alley that she had acted like a total fool around. What was he doing here? Wasn't Faeril supposed to be watching over him, or something? There was a tense discussion about him. One that the Pruulish witch had little stake in, and she didn't want any stake in.

He seemed to be here on Fatima's behalf, of course. The dog wanted to visit.

Dareen pushed herself off the wall and went a little closer to the door, putting up her palm to ensure the two young beings didn't enter the building. Could Sybl hear them through the wall?

"Fatim-" Dareen began a little loud, and lowered her voice and her upper body. "Fatima is busy right now, okay, kid? She's meeting with someone. It's---it's special business. Don't worry about it." She looked to the dog.

"Don't go in there." She whispered harshly to Dunny with a point. Then she glanced back to Thom. "Just lay low, kid, it's fine. Now get outta here." She pointed back to the shadows from which he had appeared. Street kids were good at vanishing. If she could count on him to do anything right, it was that.

World of Light

Kasugano Sakura

Level 3: 02/30
Location: Hawker's Alley, mentioning @Yankee
Word Count: 356
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 03/30 (level up pending)

Sakura quickly followed suit, eager to explore the town. She had approximiately zero gil to her name, and literally nothing of value on her.

(Hooray, window shopping!)

Her youthful excitement, however, was quickly dampered. The red eyes of those around her reminded her of their mission. It reminded her of how she felt to be like that. For her, at least, her priorities were all out of whack. Since she was convinced nothing was wrong, she just went on another globe trotting adventure to find Ryu. If she had been in control, she would have known something was wrong, and immediately went to find her family. How many of these people had their priorities shifted? Their minds locked out of key parts, their personalities altered to keep them in a blissful state of ignorance?

To say the least, it was creepy. Even the prettiest men and the most handsome ladies, the most exotic good and spookiest animals, all of them were affected. Total mood killer. It sent a chill down her spine, though she tried to keep her spirits up.

(Sure, everyone is posessed by an unknowable eldritch entity...but...at least the food still smells good!)

Still, the kind-hearted Sakura couldn't have the fun she usually did, and ended up hovering next to the group. While normally she would be prone to just sprinting off in a random direction, the idea of being alone in this world full of Light people really skeeved her out. Plus...it's not like she had any money, anyway. This conundrum drained her spirits slightly, much like the encounter with the cloaked woman who spoke of necessary sacrifice.

Joining the others at Bulwark Hall, Sakura found herself attracted to Cadet's little pet monster thingy. "Wow!" She said, leaning over it, her eyes wide. "Did you get a pet, Mister Cadet?" She backed up, realising she may be violating personal space. "What's it's name? Is it a boy, or a girl, or something else? It's so cute! Can I pet it?" She rattled off another series of questions, bouncing eagerly on the heels of her bright red sneakers.

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

H A R L E Y ☺ Q U I N N

Harley Quinn was going to put a gang together. True, true, a lot of her old stuff is going to be unavailable to her. But she still has connections. Moreover she still has parts of Joker's old crew there were more loyal to her than they were to the Joker. Before visiting Ivy she had put together the Gang-a-Harleys.

(I didn't come up with the name- it was them. I keep tryin' to tell 'em how lame it is but they don't listen to me, those crazy kids. Gosh, they love me so much. They're so sweet it makes me wanna throw up, I can hardly take it!)

Harley Queens, Harlem Harley, Bolly Quinn, Harvey Quinn, Carli Quinn, Hanuquinn, and Coach. The six of them make up the bulk of Harley's henchwomen force, with Coach being co-ordinating intelligence. They all specialize in different things. They've only been with Harley for a year but they're family now. They were all directionless, bored, miserable drifters with nothing to do. Harley was the one who came in and changed their lives- for the better, of course! They've all pulled of some nasty ass heists and pranks in their short tenure as master criminals. They're the muscle Harley needs in her new independant career as a superhero! Or something. Still working out the kinks on that whole plan. Talking to Ivy made her feel better about herself though, so that's all that matters.

Harley materialized out of the Gotham darkness infront of an office building.

(That's right! A Gen-u-ine office building! With carpets and ceiling fans and lights, the whole thing. Looks a little bland from the outside but it's my base of operations, my headquarters, my evil lair! The official Kill Yaself Krew HQ. Or as I like to call it...)

"The Kick Back!" Harley finished her internal thoughts aloud triumphantly, throwing her arms into the air. Harley Quinn was always on stage. She was always performing for someone, speaking to an audience, even when she was alone. It was an old habit of hers that helped her focus.

The Kick Back was a wide but squat building, surrounded by an abandoned parking lot of broken lamps and weeded concrete. It was in one of the many forgotten sectors of Gotham, the looming downtown section glowing yellow in the night. The massive urban sprawl surrounding Gotham was often under-utilized, but it had it's uses and had a nice, homey feel to it. Out here, crime isn't crazy or supervillainy. A nice, healthy middle between urban supervillains and the monsters in the sawmp. The Kick Bakc was made of red bricks and was drowning in grafitti, some of it fresh and subtly clown related. The windows were all tinted, dark, with blinds drawn, or boarded over. The only way in was a set of heavy steel doors. Harley approached and look up at a small black dome of a camera and smiled big, her marble white teeth shining bright. A few moments later the doors slid open, revealing an airlock that was painted a painful purple. Big eyes and biting teeth sprayed onto the walls, so abrasive she could still smell the day it was applied.

The steel doors slid shut behind her and the one infront of her opened. Immediately some music of Hanuquinn's choice began playing, from one of her vidya games. The light blue one, Hanuquinn, was grooving out in a corner, throwing her head back and forth, her arms swinging too and fro. Her corner, of course, wasn't dark. Infact, right now, there was hardly a shadow in the whole place. The entire thing was bursting with color. Negative space as a core design philosophy was something the Gang-A-Harley's never picked up on, apparently. The entire place was a canvas of art ranging from bad to mediocre, to sometimes even a little bit good. Harley Quinn (quite the talented artist) had done some of the base layers herself but her stalwart companions lovingly added onto and improved her art with their own personal flare. They even agreed to color code themselves. They spent the first few months deciding on who got to be which color.

Hanuquinn was too busy flailing around to notice Harley enter. The space used to be an office building with walls and cubicles but those had all been taken down, leaving a massive large center space with a few off-shoot rooms and corridors that lead to various useful places.

Carli Quinn, the purple lady, was throwing darts at a board mounted crooked on the wall. Harvey, the green dude, was pounding on a hanging punching bag right next to her. Harlem Harley, zebra pattered dame, was leaning up against a wall and smiling warmly at Harley Quinn, who waved at her. Bolly Quinn, orange chick, was playing ping pong with little miss Harley Queens, the pink princess.

Down one hallway and in a room by herself would be couch, who was probably wheeling her way into the lounge as Harley smiled proudly around the room. Harvey circled around his punching bag and saw his leader. His face lit up. "Harley!" He shouted. Harley smiled and bowed. Immediately there was a raucous chatter as the gang turned to meet their glorious leader. She had to wave them off with a series of alrights and calm downs.

"Everybody, sit ya tucheses down! Sheesh! You guys a too much." Harley managed to get the gang seated and quiet on a large plush couch, or on the floor infront of it, or in Harlem's case, standing behind it.

"So, you finally broke up with that Joker prick." Harlem began. "What's next?"

"Kill the Joker, of course!" Queens shouted, producing a knife and holding it high in the air. Everyone agreed, nodding and looking back and forth at each other.

"Wh-wha, what's with you guys? Just last month you woulda laid down ya life for that guy and now you think we should kill him?" Harley said incredulously. The crew were silent, looking up at Harley with their big, innocent eyes.

Coach wheeled out from her corridor, smirking, her sightless gaze unreadable from behind her dark glasses. "You were much the same way if I remember, Harleen." She said. Harley pointed at her, her other hand on her hip, like she was about to say something.

"...Yeah, no, fair enough. You guys really just follow my lead, huh? When are you guys ever gonna think for yaselves." Harley asked the crew.

"Yeah, we'll start thinking for ourselves. Sounds like a good idea." Bolly said, nodding with her eyes closed.

"Yeah, yeah, definitely. You're right. Independant thinking, from here on out." Harvey cut across the invisible horizon with his brass knuckle adorned hands.

"Mhm. So, what should we independantly think first, Harley?" Carli agreed, placing her knuckles against her cheek and blinking rapidly at Harley. At this point Harley was frowning down on all of them, her lip pouted and her hands on her hips. Harlem broke first at this display, giggling, after which everyone joined in afterwards. Harley pinched the bridge of her nose and turned away from everyone, shaking her head.

"Oy vey. You guys ain't funny. You woulda thought you guys'd be funny, but no. " Harley surpressed a chuckle.

"Come on, lighten up, Harley. You always complain about how much people don't listen to you. Well, we do." "Yeah! We're with you all the way!" "For better or for worse." "Just as clueless and blind as you are!" Everyone chimed in at once.

"Alright, alright! I get it. I'm a shmuck, therefore by extension, so ar'all-a you. Shoulda learned that by now...but no." Harley concluded, blowing a raspberry.

"But we're just as smart as you, too!" Queens stated cheerily.

"Yeah...that's the problem." She looked over at Coach and rolled her eyes, and the blind woman didn't notice. At this point Harley reset the momentum, raising her hands again. "Heyeyeyeyeyeyeyeey, alright, okay. Okay, I'm here to talk tacks, alright? Brass tacks. 'Bout what I'm gonna do next." She pointed to Harlem, having produced a pink marker. "Like what you was askin'." With that she took a step back, onto a raised section of the floor, and grabbed the white board on wheels that was absolutely covered in terrible drawings. She reached up to the top, and flipped it over, to the side that was supposed to be blank. Unfortunately, there was a large pink dick drawn on the side, getting a childish giggle from Queens.

Harley laughed for a moment as she erased it before turning furiously to Queens. "You can't just draw a DICK ON SOMETHIN' AND EXPECT IT TO BE FUNNY, QUEENS! DO I LIKE LOOK A TWELVE YEAR OLD TO-" Harley cut herself off as Queens had shrunken thoroughly into her foldable chair, as the others averted their gaze. Harley pinched the bridge of her nose agaom and sighed, turning back to the white board. Using the pink marker she began to draw out her potential plans. There was silence in the room as she wrote:

Plan Uno; Kill some dickhead

Plan Twouno; Take a vacation

Plan

...

Harley turned around and looked at Queens. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" She apologized in a way that made it clear she wasn't used to doing so. Queens brightened and sat up straight again. "It's okay, Harley! You were right, it wasn't funny. This is why I always learn from the best-"

"Oh, shuddup." Harley interrupted her subordinate. "Never apologize to anyone."

Queens cocked her head to the side. "But...you just apologized to me."

"...Do as I say, not as I do?" Harley offered with a shrug.

Queens furrowed her brow and stared at the floor. Harley threw up her hands and looked expaserated at the other members of the Kyk, who looked at her with shrugs in their eyes.

"Gaah, look, I'm not good at advice, okay? Just don't take shit from no one except me but not all the time, be your own person but also listen to me because I'm real smort-like. You get it. She gets it. ANYWAY here we go, plan A! We're talkin' tachlis, okay!?" She slapped Plan Uno with her palm.

"Kill some dickhead." Harley looked at everyone in the group, and nodded, pursing her lips. There was another silence.

"...Okay. So far, so good." Bolly nodded along, looking to the others with an amused look on her face.

Hanuquinn raised her hand. "Isn't that just what we normally do, Harley?"

Harley pointed at her. "No. What we do is we kill whoever the heck we want, then say they were a dickhead afterwards. This time, we're gonna kill some guy because he's a dickhead. Maybe." Harley hesitated, biting her marker.

"Okay, ladies. I'm just gonna come out and say it." Harley said.

"You're getting married!?"
"Omg, congratulations!"
"We're blowing up Arkham!"
"I knew you would remember my birthday!"
"It's time to KILL THE BATMAN!"
"You don't really have a PysD!"

"UPUPUBPUBUBUB- WOAh, HEY NOW, WHAT, fuck the SHUT up! No I'm not-!? You guys- Wh-" Harley sputtered, clenching her fists as her team exploded chaotically in a cacophany of chatter.

"Are you chucklefucks gonna listen to me or what!? I'm up here! I got da marker! I got the FUCKIN!!-- W-wait, Harvey, it's ya birthday?" Harley asked, her tone changing completely. Harvey smiled sweetly and crossed his legs, nodding.

"Wow! Congrats, buddy. I'm sorry, I musta forgot."

"D'aw, it's okay, Quinn. I only had one so far with you all, and it was near the beginning. My first present was getting to be with you all in the first place!" Harvey exclaimed, and the girls aww'd. Coach was listening to all this with the bemused expression that always attatched to her features. She was usually silent, letting the ladies discussion take their natural course. They were fascinating to listen too, in her opinion. She wondered frequently how they thought. All of them were enigmas in her own way, while Coach thought of herself as somewhat of an open book. Though unbeknownst to her, the Gang-a-Harleys often thought that of her.

"Aw, geez, shuddup, you." Harley waved him away. "Plan Thruno, get Harvey a birthday cake." Harley said what she was writing aloud. Her handwriting was easily legible, but had a styling that made it a little fancy. It's consistency and the steadiness of her hand made it down-right beautiful as well from a caligraphy standpoint.

"What flavor do ya like?"

"I've always been partial to-" "SHEKET, HARVEY! We're gettin' off task! I was sayin' somethin'!" Harley exclaimed loudly, though without the acidic edge she had earlier when yelling at Queens. Harvey's eyes widened and he frowned good-naturedly, looking at Carli and shrugged. Carli giggled.

"IIIIII AAAMmmm..." Harley shouted, but then trailed off as she looked down at her expecting pupils.

"I, Harleen Frances Quinzel, AM...!" Harley began again, rousing up her courage. Everyone looked back and forth, and Coach leaned forward expectantly, a smug smirk on her face. She had been expecting this, but not this soon.

Harley tugged at her low collar. "Geez...is it uh...is it hot in here or what?"

"No, it's really cold, like always. Like uncomfortably cold. Because we never pay the heating bills." Harlem said flatly.

"Wha- Coach!" Harley looked incredulously over to the woman. "Why haven't you been payin' our heatin' bills!?"

"I'm blind, Harleen."

"Blind to the needs of my membas, that is! Yeesh! Harlem, why don't you do it?" Harley asked.

"Why are you stalling?" Coach asked.

"I am not stalling! I'm...just...wondering. Bein'..._{pfftttssststssttststsssss}....That's all. Shuddup, Coach! You don't know me!" Harley protested. Everyone glanced at Harley, then back at Coach.

"I think I know you a little, Harley. And I think you need get to the point. They trust you. They'd follow you anywhere." Coach gently reassured her friend. Harley frowned, her mouth wound up to the side of her face. At this point, the Harleys began to speak up.

"Yeah, Harley! Anywhere!"
"And anything."
"You know it!"
"You can tell us."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"Spit it out, already!"

Harley looked down at her best friends, lower limp trembling. Then she looked back at coach. "Ugh...stupid...wise-ass...frickin'...alright! All right. Here I go." Harley wrapped her hands together and breathed in deep.

"I...Harley Quinn...am getting into the uh...the hero business."

"NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"WHAT!? BULLSHIT!"
"Oh, fuck off!"
"N-no! Please, no, anything but that!"
"Worst birthday ever!"
"Fuck me in the ass!"


Queens fell out of her chair and onto her hands and knees, clutching at the carpet with pale white knuckles. Bolly exploded out of her seat, sending it flying backwards and began to storm out of the room. Harlem turned like she had taken a slap to the face and recoiled to the far side of the lounge. Hanuquinn bowed her head and began to cry. Harvey crossed his arms and just stared at Harvey. "Look at what you did!" Carli face palmed, dejected, and sank back into her seat.

Harley's face dropped and she watched in horror as all this occured in a matter of seconds. Coach was genuinely taken aback, her eyebrows furrowing upwards. For once in her life, Harley was speechless. "Wh---wh--wait---" She stammered.

"AAAGH! I'M GONNA KILL EVERYONE IN THE WORLD AND THEN MYSELF!!! NOOO!!!" Queens shouted, raising from the ground and sprinting out the front door, arms flailing. Harlem looked sternly at Harley and then ran after the pink-haired wild woman. Harvey guided Hanuquinn out of the lounge and down one of the hallways. whispering to her reassuringly.

"Motherfucker. I'm gonna go find something to blow up." Bolly said, and then headed ominously towards her bedroom. Carli just kept facepalming, the last member of the Harleys in the room.

"C-c-c-Carli?" Harley asked, her eyes welling.

"Yeah. Sorry, Quinn. That's a lot." She said, before turning and heading out the door.

Harley was alone with Coach now, who had wheeled a few feet back. "What happened to followin' me anywhere!? What the frick!?" Harley threw her arms into the air as her temper began to flare.

"W-well-"

"YOU REALLY SCREWED THE POOCH ON THAT ONE, COACH!" Harley shouted angrily, causing Coach to flinch.

"I...I'm sure they'll come around, Harley. You know how they can be." Coach offered.

Harley was trembling, and wiped something out of her eye. She took a few steps to the right, a few steps to the left, and then just collapsed into a cross legged sitting position where she was, head hung low and sunk into her palms.

"Oh maaannn...I dunno what I'm gonna do if I don't have those guys no more." Harley moaned dejectedly. "This really stinks." After a moment she glanced up, her makeup beginning to run a little down her pale white face.

"D'you really think they'll come around, Coach?" Harley asked, her voice small.

"Well..." Coach said, wheeling over to where she heard Harley coming from. Her wheelchair followed the grooves of the floor and she went up a piece of wood laid out so she could get onto the stage. "Queens says she's gonna kill everyone in the world and then herself whenever she loses at Monopoly. Or her TV romances don't work out."

"Yeah...but what if this time she means it?" Harley asked again. "I think she really could do it."

"Hmm..." Coach smirked. "And as for the others..."

"I ruined Harvey's birthday!"

"Oh, he'll be fine."

"I made Hanuquin cry! They're all pissed at me! Why is this so hard!?" Harley buried her face in her hands again.

"Listen, Quinn. I've been predicting this for a while. You always cared way too much to be a villain. Your problem before was that...you cared about the wrong person." Coach said softly. She moved closer and placed a hand on Harley's shoulder. "These are good people. They just need time to adjust. After all, you're one who did the job of convincing them the hero business was for idiots, and goodie two-shoes, and morons, and they weren't really heroes, and that they hated fun, and that-"

"Alright, alright!" Harley sat up straight, a laugh in her voice. "I get it. Consequences. I dug my own bed and now I gotta count my chickens." Harley summed up succinctly.

"Look, I'll make it up to 'em. Just because we're savin' people doesn't mean we can't have fun. I'm gonna plan something big. We'll pull off a heist. Just because we're heroes doesn't mean we can't rob banks!"

"Um..."

"No, no, really! Like Robin Hood. Not bird boy, real Robin Hood, from the medieval times. Real fake Robin Hood, the one that wasn't real. But--- you get it. You know the guy! Take from the rich and give to the poor!" Harley assured Coach.

"I'm dirt poor kind of! At least I am now that I ain't with my puddin- with Mistah J- with, uh the Joker anymore." Harley's voice briefly wavered in it's raising confidence. After a moment she gestured wildly at the area around her, raising her voice and forging ahead. Who's gonna pay for this lounge!? So really taking from the rich and giving to myself is just me being Robin Hood. Everybody likes that guy." Harley nodded, self-satisfied.

After a moment she started up again, leaning towards Coach. "Or we could steal from Cobblepot, or Fisk, or any-a those other fat cats that milk their cities dry. There's loads of 'em! Once we get the money rollin' again, I'm sure the Harleys will come around. Yeah, yeah, that's a good plan." Harley stood up at this point, picking herself up figuratively and literally.

"Okay, okay, I just need to give them a gift. Something they'll think is fun, and is also really frickin' heroic! If I can't get them on board, then I can't get anyone onboard." Harley looked down at Coach. "You're with me, right?" She asked.

"Always. And I think the girls are, too. They just need a little encouragement." Coach said, smiling.

"Yeah...a little encouragement. That's a good way of puttin' it. Thanks, Coach. You're the best. Sorry for yelling at you, you didn't screw the pooch, that was definitely me." Harley apologized quickly as she hopped down from the heightened area of the floor.

After a moment Harley hesitated."Did you...is your little..." Harley turned around and looked at Coach, and Harley mimed like she was putting on a helmet.

"The AR headset? It's great." Coach reponded, taking off her dark glasses. Her green eyes looked vaguely in Harley's direction, her smile small but bright. "Thanks again for that."

"Yes!" Harley pumped her fist. "Oh, man, totally worth it." Her heart surged with the warm fuzzy feeling of doing something nice for someone else. Her morality ignoring the guilt one might normally feel from doing many crimes to do so.

"Alright Coach...start lookin' for opportunity. I'm gonna hit the streets, check with some of my sources...there's always somethin' to steal, somethin' to nab." Harley's voice began to fade as she jogged down a hallway. Coach nodded and began to make her way back to her room, smirking and shaking her head.

"Been too long since I-" Harley halted her momentum and exploded into a dark room. Inside, Harvey and Hanuquin were watching some cheesy rom-com and eating ice cream from the tub.. Eyes wide, they startled backwards on the sleeping bags they were sitting on.

"I'LL SHOW YOU! YOU'LL SEE! YOU'RE GONNA BE SO ONBOARD I'M gonna- GONNA CALL YOU A COMPUTAH! SEE YA, CHUMPS!" Harley slammed the door and was now sprinting down the hallway, towards the garage.

"Been too long since I did a good ol' fashioned heist!" She whispered to herself, her eyes glittering with ambition and a smile spreading across her face.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka

Chloe rolled her eyes a little at Taras and Lindeman, already posturing at each other. She winked at Lilliane and Kiara. "Boys, eh?" She said with a shrug. She was glad to see the Frenchwoman returned, and gladder to see that she had defused the situation with the native partisan that had stumbled upon their violent encounter. The frenchspeakers seemed to defuse the situation and Chloe happily trotted along. Ritz receded into her body and vanished for now. Kiara also seemed to believe Chloe, as well. Chloe knew what it felt like when The Reaper was all...murdery. So when then the Till de-escalated everything she was content to fully believe and trust him. Chloe was the most trusting person in the room, most likely. Probably one of the most trusting people in the world that was above the age of 13.

Chloe smiled at the woman as she lead them into her safe house. Once again Chloe flopped lazily down onto a chair, reached into her breast pocket, pulled out a cigarette and match, and lit it up. She inhaled briefly. Blood tripped from her torso wound, down onto her jeans, and stained the chair she was sitting on.

Yonaka looked the woman up and down. "Stand User! Is that it? That's us! We're Stand Users. Watch this-" The british woman extended her hand. The Stand Users in the room would see Ritz apparate, walk over and pick up two forks. Then, Ritz, with a smirk on her face, began to wobble the forks up and down. "WoooOOOoooOOoooOOo~" Cakebread waggled her reddened fingers up and down. Even for her, it was a bit silly, and it gave her pause, her affixed smile only widening as a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead.

After a moment she leaned back, wincing. She reached under her slashed crop trop and put her hand to her cut skin. Thankfully, it was on the side that wasn't covered in her tattoo of a cherry blossom tree. "Ssshhhite." She said with a little nervous chuckle.

"S'a...s'a..." She nodded over at Till. "S'a wicked fuckin' Standa ya got there, mate. Oi, uh, Tupolev. You got any more a that...healing...juice?" She snapped her fingers a few times at the Russian, not quite sure how his stand worked. All she knew was that he stabbed her with it, it hurt, but then she was alive. "I fink I could use some'a that." She said dryly. "If uh...if it's not a problem. Please, heh." She rubbed the back of her neck and took a whiff of her cigaratte and letting it filter back out between her lips.

Ritz looked on, the hulking, elegant figure holding two forks.

If one wanted too they could see Chloe's true emotions plainly on Rit'z doll-like figures. It lifted up the wooden visor of it's polished sallet-like helmet. She frowned at Taras, her big red lips pursed with worry and her inky black, drawn on eyebrows nitted together anxiously, her doughy green eyes squinting at him in pain.

The Marauders (2018)

is this RP kaput?

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

An hour passed since their departure for Geneva, Chief Aviwe maintained her presence at the security room. It was designed to monitor for any possible threats inside and outside the jet. Of course, it was peaceful even with the foreigners’ security onboard. There was an awkward moment when two military-grade jets (belonging to SHIELD) tried to pursue them. But, they didn’t expect for the private jet to disappear in front of their eyes and for radar. She was in the midst of writing her report (making sure to include the brief incident) when Kimoyo, Wakanda’s own AI, contacted her. “We are almost home.”

Aviwe sighed and got up from the chair. “Thank you, Kimoyo. Notify the guards to prepare in case someone decides to act up.”

Natasha waited quietly in her seat. From her angle she was unaware of the SHIELD jets that were attempting to fly security, or tail then, or both or neither. She had one leg crossed over the other, signifying her currently relaxed state. For his part, John was flipping through the pages of his bible and occasionally tapping his foot impatiently.

”This jet…” Natasha pondered aloud, looking down at the ground. ”It’s going fast. Very fast. I almost didn’t realise because we were so high up.” Natasha watched the distant ground zoom underneath. ”At least twice the speed of sound?” She calculated. Either way she stuck out her lower lip and settled back into her chair, impressed. ”Could easily keep up with a Quinjet, I imagine.” She said. Black Widow wasn’t sure who she was talking to. It was an open invitation for anyone to speak. She had learned she would prefer thinking aloud, occasionally, rather than staying silent. It wasn’t good to go months without talking, like she used too.

Ambassador Fitzgerald nodded. “It’s faster than any plane or jet that I have been on before. I wonder if we can see Mount Bashenga.”

When he looked out, however, he was unable to locate it. Aiden kept on looking around until he was getting tried. He thought that they missed it given how fast the private jet was going. “I think we passed by it, unfortunately. I heard Bashenga was beautiful around this time of the year. Especially when the sun rises over the mountains.”

Natasha nodded, humming in agreement. ”I’m sure the country looks much more beautiful on the ground than from a satellite image.” She said lightly. ”I’m glad they’ve finally decided to share a little taste of Wakanda.” Natasha concluded. Going by the speed they were travelling, they most likely didn’t have much longer to wait.

Kimoyo made an announcement to everyone on board. Even know they were speaking Wakandan, the speaker was capable of speaking several languages including English. “We are almost at the destination. And with the request for the King of Wakanda, all windows will be covered to protect the location of the capital—for now. Please be mindful of this temporary inconvenience. Thank you.”
Natasha smirked, uncrossing her leg and leaning forward in her chair. She watched as the windows dimmed and the natural lighting was replaced by artificial ones. Protect the location of the capital? Black Widow thought about that. Everyone knows where the capital of Wakanda is. It’s available on the previously mentioned satellite imagery. So they must be hiding something. As to what, Natasha could not come up with a guess on the spot. Walker looked around but didn’t seem to question the illogical nature of the announcement. Which was understandable. It was a subtle trick.

She glanced over at the Ambassador. ”You ready, sir?” She asked. Aiden sat up straight in his chair and adjusted his tie and cufflinks. “As I’ll ever be.” He replied with a nervous smirk.

Shortly after the announcement, two more of Wakanda’s security entered the area while talking to each other. With their technologically advanced spears ready, one of them was finished talking to her… beads? It would’ve been strange if it wasn’t for how advanced they were compared to everyone else in the world. But, it was rather unusual for there to be so much security in the seating area.

Then, she began to use sign language out of nowhere while the beads were lit up in a blue-violet color. Aiden briefly noticed it but didn’t pay any mind to it. Instead, he went back to writing in his journal about the day. Meanwhile, the security guard finished using sign language and began walking to the end of the area. She made sure to have an eye on Black Widow, who appeared relaxed. Chief Aviwe, who was standing near the entrance, wanted to make sure that everything remained calm, which meant monitoring the Avenger.

If she began to suspect something and said it, then things would go to hell in seconds.

Natasha felt like she was being watched. Even more so than usual. As the Wakandan security filtered into the cabin she picked up on the increased surveillance of her. It was understandable given that she was the most dangerous person on the plane. But still...

Black Widow found eye contact with Chief Aviwe. She raised one eyebrow at the woman. It was a gesture that carried a lot of meaning, that could be surmised as: Are you onto that I’m onto you? Natasha seemed relaxed. Whatever the Wakandans were hiding, their intentions were most likely not hostile. The world would be watching this event. Black Widow figured she had nothing to fear from her hosts.

Aviwe noticed the gesture and immediately left the area, signaling to the other guards to follow. A few remained at their post, but most of them had left. Yet, nobody noticed the bizarre show of force.

Natasha narrowed her eyes and leaned back, interlocking her fingers together. There were many guards on this plane, and the Wakandans seemed to want her to know it. She felt like she was receiving mixed messages. Perhaps things weren’t as put together on their end, and they wanted to project confidence. Black Widow remained silent and bid her time, waiting for more information to reveal itself. She didn’t want to overplay her hand.

Suddenly, Kimoyo greeted her on the screen in front of her. To her, and everyone else, it was just a standard interface program and nothing more. But it still felt rather weird. “Natasha, do you need something to drink? You looked stressed out.”

Natasha blinked at the screen. The redhead tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow ”Do I?” She asked. She adjusted her shoulders and rolled one wrist, trying to get more comfortable. ”I feel fine. I’m just excited, I suppose. We’re almost at Namasia, are we not?” She asked of the capital city innocently.

“We are. You could pull up the status of the flight, which could make you more comfortable.”

Natasha shrugged. ”Why not?” She reached forward and briefly interacted with the screen, pulling up the flight status. Once she was there she briefly scanned over the info, but she had guessed it was most likely fabricated. The only thing left to do was wait until they landed and see what Wakanda had in store for their plucky little band of clueless ambassadors and security.

Then suddenly, the jet shuddered as it entered some turbulence for a few seconds. Fortunately, the shaking wasn’t violent; however, it did something strange. The flight status changed to indicate that it was heading towards Bashenga instead of passing it. Even know it changed back, it was on the screen long enough for Natasha to see it. Kimoyo made a brief announcement that asked everyone to remain seated and keep their seat belts fastened.

But, it didn’t realize the mistake until it was too late and… it panicked.

Kimoyo appeared on Natasha’s screen and tried to use the scripted cover story. “Your screen suffered an error during the turbulence. I have rebooted it and fixed the glitch. Please don’t jump to conclusions.”

Natasha’s eyes had scanned the glitch, taking it in in its entirety for the few moments it was on screen. Interesting. What could cause such a mistake or glitch? Random turbulence? Or was there more to it? Natasha’s mind pondered every possibility. No matter what, she was always trying to read the situation and get the edge over her ‘opponent’. Even though she was here diplomatically, it was something that had almost quite literally been built into her blood. There wasn’t really an off switch. Besides...she was here to be a little bit sneaky. Find out what the Wakandans knew about the most valuable and potent natural resource in the known galaxy.

”Oh, don’t worry,” She reassured the onboard computer with a smile, ”I don’t jump to conclusions. I only reach them.” She said, her accent pleasantly American.

“I’m sorry... I don’t understand what you mean. Just remain seated and we will be at Birnin Zana soon.”

Natasha nodded and settled into her seat, glancing over at the idle ambassador and a few feet ahead to her patriotic companion. ”Of course.” Birnin Zana, Natasha thought to herself. None knew what it meant, the words untranslated. Perhaps they would learn the meaning, or perhaps the Wakandans would keep it their own cheeky little secret.

In the time between then and landing, Black Widow had a little think. Mysteries, surprises and secrets were her favorite. The flight information screen glitched, showing the image of them heading directly at the mountain instead of past it. By itself, nothing too much. However, the windows were dimmed. A silly thing, considering everyone knew where the capital of Wakanda was. So they must be hiding something, literally obscuring a secret from their view. What?

They weren’t heading for the capital. They were, infact, probably headed to Mount Bashenga. But why not just tell them? What was with the secrecy?

If Natasha was a lesser spy, she would have stiffened upright in her seat as her theory came together. But on the outside she just looked content, if a little bored. The mountain itself- something was wrong with it. Satellite imagery confirmed there were no structures on the mountain, so the Wakandans weren’t mining it. Yet somehow Klau knew it was there. Now they were most likely headed right for it, but in a way the Wakandan’s didn’t want them to see. Therefore.... Mount Bashenga was covered in a hologram. Stealth technology coated the structures the Wakandans were using to mine the vibranium within. Or...even better, the entire mountain was a hologram. A projection. What if they were going to the capital after all? The real capital, the one hiding under, in, or just was Mount Bashenga? The Wakandans certainly seemed technologically advanced enough to pull it off. El Dorado, the City of Gold, hidden from everyone except those deemed worthy enough to enter. And she had an express ticket. Thank you, Phil Coulson! This was the most fun Natasha had had in a long time...not that one would know it from looking at her.

Aviwe watched Natasha from a hidden camera while in the midst of finalizing her report. She looked at Kimoyo and started caressing it as if it was a pet. The Avenger took the bait. Her boss wasn’t going to allow a former KGB agent to freely roam around her home without obstacles in place. Thus, she put forth a clever plan. For starters, security guards, including Aviwe, were required to act suspiciously around Natasha. So the seeds of doubt could be planted. Then, Kimoyo was ordered to slip up whenever it was around her. Like it did during the turbulence, which wasn't intentional; but, it did provide the perfect opportunity to "accidentally" leak the real flight plans.

And the spy fell for it, even if she wasn’t showing it.

Kimoyo smiled and sent the report off for the boss to read, knowing that her home—and its secrets—was safe.

Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

should be a good time for whoever gets in, tho. :P

Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

@Inedible the cast is growing quickly...!

should we move accepted characters over to the character tab? or has no one been officially accepted yet?