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Current Watch 91 Days nerds, it's the best anime yet this summer.
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Bless that my neighbors ain't blowing up the sky like y'alls. My heart goes out to you.
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I've never GM'ed a (Table Top) game before. Maybe we could collaborate on this. See if we can figure out a workable forum game.


I'd be happy to talk over system stuff: and work out a forum friendly way of playing. There are parts of FATE that make it a little awkward for forums but we should be able to squeeze past them
Color me intrigued. Watching.
Hm. I'm a big fan of DFRPG, and have gmed it a couple of times in the past. I would like to play, if a way to translate it to the forum can be done.
In The Call 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Perhaps our Call

Has been

Put on hold.

Laugh track
Boy that blue I was using was rough on the eyes, my bad. I changed it to be more readable.
6:33 PM, Fuller Park
Arc

Arc made no attempt to hide his snort as Flare drove a leg into his bat, watching them grab it in pain. He was trying his best to be nice but, well, he wasn't very good at it. He shifted backwards, gripping it tighter as he pushed himself up to his feet. At least they had sense enough to kick at strange men standing over them. He rested his bat on his shoulder, thankful he had turned off the device strapped to the side. The last thing the guy probably needed was a high voltage alarm clock.

“Yeah, I got some huge fucking brass balls. Enormous." Hm. Wasn't quite what he was expecting but you never really know what to think with masked morons who fight criminals for a living. He extended a hand to help them up as they asked, before noticing them snap into a combatative mode. He tensed up, turning serious for a moment as he glanced over his shoulder at the approaching figure coming out of the shadows. Thug coming in when the two vigilantes were weak? Derby's partner?

Arc didn't watch much news, at least, not sober, so he wasn't quite up to date on who was who out on the street. But when Toy King emerged he relaxed somewhat. He didn't look like the type to help out a bomber, though the hand movements gave him a small bit of anxiety.

Are those hand signals? Are these two together?

Maybe. Who cares? Doesn't look like he's coming at us.


Arc exhaled but stayed at the ready, offering an awkward wave with his free hand to the third member of their meeting.

"I, uh, wasn't trying anything, pal. Just checking up on 'em." Arc offered a thumbs up as the sirens drew closer.

“Look, we can swap origin stories or whatever the hell it is that vigilantes do when they run into each other later,” said the figure on the street. “Let’s get off of the streets.”

Arc looked back down with a nod, chuckling faintly. "Now if that ain't just the best damn plan -any- of us have had all night, I don't know what is."

He extended a hand to help steady Flare, scoping out nearby for the quickest path away, when the sirens sounded a whole lot closer than he remembered. Shit, his hearing was jacked worse than he thought. The screech of tires rang out behind him, and he dropped his hand away from Flare as he spun around. For real?

What, ten minutes since you got in costume? This has to be a new record.

It's this jackasses fault. If they'd just let you deal with Derby you'd've had your hands washed and been out of here by now, busting gangsters jaws, safely away.

No. She saved your ass.

Maybe. But still. She's in no position to run, and she's the one actually pulling shit. Let's get going. They'll get their perp, you'll get your night.

Hell no. Maybe that'd work but you owe her one. Stop with... Whatever that plan is. You're supposed to be a hero.

Can't be a hero from a jail c-


Arc shut his thoughts down before he convinced himself otherwise. He wasn't just going to leave, especially since he'd probably be a crater if he had gone through with his original plan. He refocused on the situation at hand... What were these morons doing?

"Call it in. Get Czarny from the VTF." The cop was looking away, and his partner halfway through the window of his car.

Arc had been caught with his pants down many times before. Not literally, most of the time. And he'd gotten alright at dealing with this kind of thing. But honestly, this was just insulting. Or maybe very lucky, considering he had a wounded vig and an unknown element right beside him. Probably a little of both. Regardless, he figured it was time to pay back the kid for sticking her neck out, and the best way to do that was to make sure she wouldn't be spending the night in a jail cell. He took a deep breath as he darted forward.

"Get the car guy!" He shouted at no one in particular. He didn't know if they would, and if they didn't, well.... Maybe things would get complicated. But he could improvise.

He approached the nearest police officer quickly, adrenaline coming back to him. He twisted his torso, gripping his bat with both hands and shouting as he swung it right into the cop's hand. If bones broke, the sound was masked by the sound of delicate handgun bits jostling and being thrown around. The gun flew from the hands of the man, sliding across the ground a distance away.

Put him to sleep.

I don't know if we need to go that far. But make sure he won't follow.


As Arc's swing came back around, he twisted his grip and pointed it downwards. This time, the sound of bone against wood had no camouflage as his bat met the cop's knee. He was above killing cops, but hell if he was better than giving them terrible injuries. The cop shouted and fell to the ground, writhing in pain as Arc pulled his bat back into a ready position. How was the car guy doing?
Still here!
In The Call 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



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