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New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

@RokkuHoshi

He was staring at them before, so Aaron chooses to stay bitter about that. And the whole "leader" thing was probably just a sulky observation by Aaron because Talon was the one who introduced the plan

The House of Powers

URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: GYM

Ah dang, they interrupted his lifting streak, or reps, or whatever they’re called. Was a shame, dude looked like he was on a roll. The Hispanic guy sat up, glanced at Formerly-Shirtless Muscular Dude before making eye contact with Uriel himself. He was much taller and much bulkier than Uriel had originally assumed, standing at about the same height as Mr Shirtless. Hazel eyes looked directly at Uriel and gave an obviously fake smile, the falsity of which Uriel immediately shrugged off. At least he put in some effort in being polite; despite it being a rather meagre amount. And then, oh god, Uriel suddenly took a VERY large interest in the exercise machines as the guy wiped his sweaty face with his shirt, which gave Uriel an incredibly gratuitous view of the guy’s rock solid bod. Even out of the corner of his eye, Uriel could tell that they guy was unbelievably ripped. He once again cursed his feeble sexuality and attempted to do some kind of stretch-yawn manoeuvre to give himself a reason to shut his eyes momentarily. But it didn’t end there! No, the guy ran his bloody hand through his hair. It seemed to happen in slow motion and all Uriel could do was watch in horror. Jesus Christ, what kind of bullshit Abercrombie and Fitch commercial was he sitting through? Uriel mentally flipped the bird to whichever god decided to put Uriel in the presence of these two dudes.

I already know all queers go to hell, why do you need to punish me even more like this, you celestial asshat?

The guy’s voice brought Uriel out of the fervor.

“I don’t have super strength. I just lift a lot. I have been for years. It’s a bit unnatural that I lift double what I weigh, yeah, but that’s just because I push myself that hard. I don’t care what any of those people say. They made a mistake bringing me in.”

Ah, the sweet scent of denial. Uriel was no bench-pressing expert but even he could tell that it was a stupidly large amount.

”The name is Christian. What about you two? And what ‘powers’ do you guys have? Also, I’m hungry. Any of you two hungry as well?”

Christian extended his hand, which Uriel hastily shook. Urgh, sweaty. At least he was able to use the Businessman’s Shake. Dad always said that a man’s handshake was as much an important part of the first impression he gave as the colour of his teeth. Uriel discreetly wiped his hand on the back of his shirt.

“Name's Uriel. Flashy name, I know. The coach said I could manipulate the way peeps feel pain, like give people headaches and such. It’s real funny ‘cos my Legal teacher would say that I always gave her a headache too, way before I accidentally made my whole class flunk their Maths test. Apparently, it can go off when I don’t really want it to, the “powers”, that is. Actually, now that I really think about it, a lotta people would say the exact same thing. I remember one time…” Uriel rambled on for a bit, launching into his extremely riveting story about how he almost got murdered by the boys hockey team because he handed out vuvuzelas to the crowd at the State Finals (he thought the vuvuzelas would help cheer the team on!). He went on for a while before remembering the last part of Christian’s questions.

“Oh yeah, I ate earlier but there’s always room for more! This stomach’s like a vacuum cleaner! You'd think there'd be some logical limit to how much it can consume but it just never ends!”

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

Does Ojima have his Ritual Tech on him for the fight? @Renny

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

Sakamori’s attention snapped back to the boy. How could she forget?

“Ah, of course Ojima-kun. Right away.”

She turned back to the girls.

“Well girls, I hope you have a faculty member supervising your mock battle, as the academy protocol states. I can gladly supervise after my spar with Ojima-kun,” Sakamori smiled sagely at the students. “We’ll be on our way then.”

The teacher strode towards their original destination but paused by Adachi to add something.

“Adachi-kun, could you please inform another faculty member about my spar with Ojima-kun? It would be nice to have another supervisor in the room. I apologise for the inconvenience.”

There was no guarantee on how her business with Ojima would turn out. She was quite the seasoned fighter and had confidence in her abilities, but Ojima’s potential berserk nature still worried, frightened her even, to a small extent. But she had to remain professional. It would take too long for Sakamori to go to the faculty office herself, so she was forced to send Adachi. Ojima’s nerve wouldn’t hold out for much longer.

Sakamori and the boy soon reached the training room. She set the room settings to a simple dojo before turning to Ojima.

“I’m going to change now, we’ll begin soon. Let me just say now that I’m quite happy, proud even, that you’ve agreed to start taking steps to your recovery.”

And with that she went into the change room to change into her aikido uniform. She left her work clothes neatly folded on the bench and tied her hair back. As she put her things away she eyed the silver bracelet on her wrist that held her Pact. She had suggested a Ritual Technology-free fight and she intended to go through with that suggestion, but…

No, this was a matter of trust. Sakamori would not mislead her student like that. So she left the bracelet with her clothes, praying that it wouldn’t be a mistake. She took a swig from her flask for good measure. And another. And another. The specially brewed spirit made by a family associate took effect soon enough. Barely tipsy so far. She tucked the flask into an inner pocket of her uniform. After a moment’s hesitation, she tucked the Ritual Device into her pocket too and exited the change room.

“Ready to go.”

@Renny

New Miraculous! Tales from the New World!

Skleros was outraged to say the least. This… this TALON guy certainly had some guts. First he ogles the female members like a gigantic creep, then he demands their secret identities as if he’d never read a superhero comic and then he has the GALL to talk to them as if he were their leader.

"I have an idea that's so crazy it just might work.”

That was the final straw. To suggest such an outlandish and ridiculous idea fuelled a rage that Aaron rarely ever felt. It made him feel so … offended! He should have been the one to come up with this awesome plan! How dare this perverted jerkface think up something so brilliant. Aaron suddenly felt very sulky.

He took an angry step towards Talon and poked him in the chest.

“Crazy plans like this … are my favourite kind of plans,” he begrudgingly spat, “Now I don’t like the way you talk at us, or the way you’re staring at the ladies in our group. But I know a good plan when I see one. I’ll co-operate, for now. But only ‘cos there’s a telekinetic book-themed psychopath terrorising the city that we need to stop.”

“And as for you nasty brats,” Skleros boomed at the newly released students, “you heard Birdman here! Start cleaning. Maybe this will be a lesson for all of you to treat the faculty better.”

Then he walked towards the door they were planning to break, giving it a once over. Yeah, this plan could work. Skleros rolled his shoulders before shouting the magic words.

“Armor Up!”

He felt himself becoming bigger, more powerful. By the time the transformation finished, he was twice his usual height. Skleros found himself able to curl up into a ball and did so.

“Ready when you are,” he shouted, his voice slightly muffled by his new position as a human wrecking ball.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure? Interest?

Will this RP be using Stands or Hamon?

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

Are there changerooms connected to the training rooms?

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

A burst of light and heat brings Aki’s focus away from Yamamoto. Well, at least they didn’t have to fuss over Tomoda anymore. He looked better than ever, flashier than ever with his fiery Persona standing behind him, which had Tomoda’s trademark shark-toothed grin permanently carved into its face. It was the after-image of the monster they had just defeated, albeit with a less shadowy aura. Even with this recent development, Aki would continue keeping his distance. Those burns wouldn’t be forgotten so easily.

Then suddenly, a voice. Distinct but impossible to pin down. Then the scenery changed. More butterflies. Aki was getting awfully tired of them. The source of the voice revealed itself, a ghostly half-mask. Real Phantom of the Opera-like. Philemon was its name. And it was way too tactful for someone, something, who had just watched or was at least aware of the life-threatening situation the teens were put in. That … didn’t sit right with Aki.

Takahashi’s outburst was completely justified but getting overcome by such fervent emotion wasn’t the way to deal with people who held power over you. Aki didn’t operate like that. The swearing wasn’t helping either, no matter how valid their points were. And it certainly wouldn’t help if they repeated their spiel in Engli- oh my. Were half of those actual words? Aki had watched many an American film with his sisters so he was familiar with some curses. But some of the things that were coming out of Takahashi’s mouth, they were certainly … original.

“Learning new things everyday,” Aki muttered under his breath.

He couldn’t let the conversation with this other-worldly (and possibly dangerous) being end on such a hostile note. They weren’t out of the dark yet. Figuratively, anyway. The void had brightened and transformed into a white floor, but this location didn’t seem any closer to home than the void had. And Aki really wanted to go home.

“Ah, apologies for my classmates uh, tone,” Aki feigned a nervous chuckle. People were more likely to comply if they believed that they controlled the conversation, “but they raised a valid point. Could you please tell us how to get home? And while you’re at it, sir, how did we even get here? What is this place?”

The House of Powers

URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: GYM

“Oh… I like pain.. It helps with whatever is wrong in my head.”

Uriel paled slightly and forced out a nervous chuckle. This was something he’d rather avoid delving into during his time in this place. He’d never been the best person to turn to for these sorts of things.

“Oh, uhh… I see! Well, if you’re into that sort of- I mean, as long as you don’t hurt yourself beyond repair I guess it’d be fine.”

Luckily she diverted the topic of the conversation towards the other occupant of the room. The tall, muscular (what was it with the handsome muscular guys in this place?) Hispanic looking guy who had quietly greeted them earlier was bench-pressing. Bench-pressing A LOT. Uriel wasn’t an expert in weight training (he was more of an endurance building guy himself) but he was 80% sure that no teenager should have been able to lift THAT much.

“If he continues with this, he’s going to fuck up and kill himself.”

Uriel nodded, dazed and not at all turned on by the guy’s feat of strength. Uriel returned his attention to his exploration of the gym. The girl had left already, claimed that something was going on outside. Crap, he forgot to get her name. She had yet another accent to add to the list, the list that prompted the question of “Where In The World Is Uriel Atticus?”. But back to the matter at hand. That much weight could not be good for the dude. He was going to speak up when-

"Jesus Christ... I assume you've got super strength?"

GAH, Muscular Shirtless Guy. Who now unfortunately had a shirt on. Play it cool, Uriel, get a hold of yourself.

“Haha yeah, it’d probably take four of us to spot him properly, amirite?”

Nice save.

The House of Powers

URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: ROOM 8 (URIEL'S ROOM) TO GYM

The blood test passed without incident. Uriel never had any problems with needles. So long as he looked away and focused on something else while a metal tube was stuck into his flesh, he would be fine.

“We believe that your ability is to transmit a sort of wave that alters the amount of pain that an individual feels. We aren’t sure whether your power is affecting the nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex but I’m sure we'll be able to determine this after some testing.”

Julia’s spiel was met with deadpan.

“I totally understood all of what you just said. Totally.”

Julia laughed and sighed. “I mean we don’t know if you are affecting pain nerves themselves or the part of the brain receiving the pain. We suspect the latter, considering the number you did on your classmates during that test.”

Oh, of course they knew about that. What a shocker.

“Thank you for being so co-operative. Here's your call to your family, as promised.” She handed him a tablet from her bag. Uriel eagerly snatched it.

“Tell me if you need anything, like books or clothes,” she said as she went through the door.

“Oh and one more thing. I hope that you don't plan on doing anything like that mirror stunt during your stay here. You’re a good kid and I don't want to see you get unjustly punished for something stupid.”

Uriel merely grinned.

“Ha, ‘something stupid’. That's what my ex-girlfriend called me all the time.”

Julia smiled exasperatedly and prepared to leave.

“A medical encyclopaedia would be nice! And pyjamas!” he shouted after her.

Julia wordlessly flashed him a thumbs up as she headed out.

Uriel’s expression turned back to neutral, then to nervous as he fiddled with the tablet.

“Help me out here, guys,” Uriel whispered before turning the tablet on. He took some deep breaths to calm his beating heart and slowly eased his face into an easy-going smile as the dial tone rang.

The image on the screen showed his mother in a high class, well-lit space, no doubt the penthouse suite of some fancy European hotel. Which conference were they at again? There were too many to keep track of, and honestly Uriel had stopped caring when he hit the age of thirteen.

“Uriel, honey! Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” the chestnut-haired woman asked frantically.

Uriel laughed, genuinely for once.

“You mean apart from the kidnapping? Yeah, everything’s pretty great. You should see this place, it’s crazy cool!”

They chatted like that for a long while, with the elder Atticus firing off questions about his health and Uriel responding with light-hearted quips. Dad Atticus was at a lunch with investors and unfortunately couldn’t be there (not that he would have contributed much anyway), The subject of special abilities was briefly brought up but immediately dismissed as if there was another silent level of conversation that made it clear that it was not to be mentioned. Yes, everything was fine. It almost felt normal until...

“Haha yeah, I just hope they let me out in time for Christmas. I still owe Uncle Jim that rematch. He won’t be taking the Atticus Air Hockey Champion’s Trophy three years in a row!”

And there it was. As soon as he mentioned being let out, Joanne Nicholson-Atticus’ hearty façade shattered. Her slight flinch was quickly concealed by her public speaking experience as CEO. But Uriel saw it. It was more than just a betrayal. It was the disintegration of any semblance of hope that he had managed to hold on to since his kidnapping. He would not get out of this place, not soon and maybe not ever. He wouldn’t get to laugh with his friends or play a mobster in his school’s musical production or get yelled at for running in the halls. He wouldn’t get to help his buddy Matt serenade his crush to ask her to Formal or get to prank the underclassmen on Muck Up Day. He would never get to truly live. And his parents knew! And they were fine with it! Hurt and outrage seared through his being but were quickly smothered by the numbness he felt in regards to anything referring to his absent parents. In a way...he wasn’t surprised. That was perhaps the worst part.

“Well, I’m sure that if you behave yourself and don’t act like you did when you lost last Christmas, we’ll see you soon enough,” she smiled without a trace of guilt.

Damn liar.

“He totally had it coming, Mum! Plus it was revenge for what he did at Lisa’s baptism that year, not ‘cos I’m a sore loser or anything!” he mock-whined.

This farce was getting tedious to maintain.

“Say, didn't ya have a big speech to give soon? I don't wanna keep you from anything.”

“Oh, I can't believe you actually remembered this time! Yes, it's in a few hours but contacting you was my first priori-”

“You should be practicing now, not talking to me! This is really big for the company!”

“Yes, but-”

“We can always catch up later. You only get to announce this new collaboration once, right?”

Come on, just go already.

She sighed. “I suppose so. You get off easy this time but mark my words, you're gonna tell me all about what you’ve been up to!”

“Alright, alright! See you later.”

He carelessly tossed the tablet onto the bedside table after hanging up and exited the room. He needed a bloody walk. Uriel headed in the opposite direction of the cafeteria this time, seeking to explore the rest of his prison. Huh, now that was a swanky looking gym. Numerous ellipticals and cycling machines were arranged in neat rows. The well lit decor would have made the place a lovely area to work out in on any other day, but now it just reminded him of stark white laboratories and evil scientists. Uriel perused the room, trying to pick a machine that would work him hard enough to quell the loneliness and despair he was trying to ignore again. There was a girl at the back of the room, viciously pounding on a punching bag. She seemed fucking piiiissssseedd.

Heh, I feel ya, sister.

Uriel ignored her as he walked past. He wasn’t in the mood for conversation. But then he was struck with that feeling again, the sensations that weren't his own. The feeling blossomed outwards from the girl’s fists. Upon further inspection, he identified her as the upset girl who was in the cafeteria. The angry one at the presentation, well, one of the angry ones. And she was seriously mangling her hands.

“Woah there mate, you’re seriously gonna mangle your hands if you keep going at it like that!”

@wolverbells