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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa (@BCTheEntity) and Lillian (@Old Amsterdam) collab

In time, both girls managed to get away from the press and the crowds, and so to a transport van taking them back to the PRT’s headquarters. Alessa, for her part, was happy to be away from the paparazzi, but happier still that all had gone so well. For once since that fateful mission where Sonar lost his ability to be a hero, nothing had gone wrong, and to her knowledge, nobody had suffered lethal injuries.

Though, the point of Margrave still bothered her.

Lillian entered through the large entry doors, waving absently towards the desk as she dragged Alessa deeper into the base to their own HQ. Today had been…. Something. Yeah, something. Villains, fun, annoying people.

She was more than a little disappointed that Elliot has opted to go somewhere else, apparently. She'd have thought he'd be here.

She slipped off her mask, there were alarms for when people came, dropping it on a table in front of the TV, and plopped down unceremoniously before letting out an exaggerated sigh. ”I thought Elliot would be here, too,” she muttered into her hands. ”He seemed kinda lost, and I realized I've ignored him since I got here. I wanted to make that better. Can we just watch something here? I'm really kinda done with people after those reporters.”

Alessa, removing her own mask, sat down beside Lily, patting her on the shoulder. ‘Honestly, I wanted to follow after him too, but the reporters blocked us off,’ she commiserated. ‘I know he asked us something whilst we were talking, but I didn’t get a chance to respond before he left...’

Sadly, looking around for Elliot now would be a fool’s errand. He’d return when he returned, and then she’d be able to apologise to him for not being able to properly chat with him at the time. For now, the best thing she could do is help out those in her vicinity: Lillian, and anyone else who showed up that needed the support.

‘Yeah, let’s watch a film,’ she murmured, grabbing the remote and turning the television on. ‘Anything in mind that you’d like to see?’

Lillian shook her head, standing up. ”Just nothing scary. I'm gonna grab snacks, want anything?” she asked. Alessa thought for a moment, then replied ‘Crisps might be good. And coke, if there’s any.’ As Lillian walked off, Alessa started flicking through the channels and viewing guide, looking for anything good that they’d both enjoy.

Lillian nodded, absently, buzzing around the kitchen as she heard the small clicks and changes in volume as Alessa surfed for a movie. She grabbed a few cans of pop, nabbing the chosen snacks, before heading back and dropping them on the table and sitting down.

”Anything good?”

‘Mm... not yet,’ Alessa admitted, still checking the guide. ‘Best thing so far is a bunch of Simpsons reruns. Although, actually... we do have Mulan on one channel in a few minutes. Oh, and The Emperor’s New Groove immediately after that. That’s a heck of a lot of time taken up, if you’re interested.’

Tilting her head, Lillian considered for a moment. ”Mulan, then. I'll probably be leaving after that, though. There's some things I need to do.” Her voice was wistful as she replied slowly.

‘Makes sense,’ Alessa nodded. ‘Actually, since you mention it, I was thinking I might head out on patrol at some point anyway. The day’s still pretty young, and you know what they say about crime sleeping.’

“That it doesn't, hehe.”

‘That’s right,’ she confirmed, grabbing one of the cokes and opening it up. ‘Anyway, that ought to be a good watch. It’s been ages since I last saw that film.’

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Cruise Room

It wasn’t long after he and Chatterbox had dragged Xolotl’s unconscious body outside that both parties received a message from an unlisted number. Next assignment at the hideout. Naturally, it seemed their day wasn’t over yet. That did beg the question of what they’d do with Xolotl, though... leaving him there was a waste of resources, and presented a strong risk that he’d return to try and finish them off, not to mention generally prove to be a nuisance to everyone else in general, and if they left the range of the Broker’s powers- whatever that distance might be- he’d reacquire his ability to turn into lightning and most likely run off, the moment after waking up and slaughtering both of them. Unless...

‘Tell me, Chatterbox, does your power work on unconscious people?’ he asked quietly. ‘I imagine if you could whisper into his ear how much he doesn’t feel a need to escape or kill us before he awakens, it’d greatly improve our chances of moving him to our base safely.’ Or they could just dump the body here, with all the unnecessary drama that came with it, but frankly, this was a rare opportunity: to get a spy of their own into the Community, and one who’d willingly return to refresh their orders and brainwashing at that, if Chatterbox’s power worked the way Raymond thought it did.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 Finally posted. Sorry that took so long, though it seems like everyone else has yet to post too...

@Stormflyx Do you want to do that post collab soon-ish, either during or after the process of childbirth is being handled? @Gardevoiran, you may also wish to be involved, depending on when exactly said collab occurs during said childbirth process.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

In truth, Sett had intended to stall as long as possible for being called out on not contributing his fair share to the village's well-being. More accurately, he'd have pretended to be going around blessing the place, maybe even handed out some actual blessings from time to time just so that the people had something going for them, but overall wind up simply spending as much time as he could walking around doing naught.

Two things somewhat threw a wrench into this plan. First of all, Aeryn returned from wherever she'd vanished to - and she had his bag with her. Crafty, crafty, how had she gotten that? Oh hell, hang on, had she looked inside? Fineki be blessed if she hadn't. More importantly, she wasn't exactly as subtle as Sett liked to be, and he knew now that she was rather the thief. Perhaps she'd make a good convert of Fineki himself, in time. With little more than a raised eyebrow and a thankful smile to indicate his intrigue, Sett took the bag, glancing inside just long enough to confirm everything visible was present and correct before closing it up tight again.

What came over as more shocking was being talked at from behind - legitimately so, since he hadn't expected to be tapped on the shoulder, leading him to gasp and jolt a little ways before spinning round to address the man who'd done so. That wasn't exactly a good demeanour for him to portray, though it could just as easily help him build up the image of being helpless, just needed to relax and laugh at the event before paying attention. The man seemed well-off, so maybe he could get something of worth off of him in the process- he was being asked to help Ursaren? The man's wife was in labour? He was about to say he wasn't that sort of priest, only to realise it was just prayer and blessing he was being asked for. Wasn't going around offering blessings basically what he was intending to do anyway? And childbirth could take a long, long time...

'Well, good sir, since I have my tools in hand,' he noted jovially, glancing down at his bag again, 'I'll see what I can do. If you feel inclined to assist Ursaren,' he continued, now addressing both the man who'd asked him and the Half-Elf who'd just handed him his bag, 'then by all means feel free.' And with that, he made his way to where the man in question directed him, ready to offer his blessings to and prayers for a woman in need. He had, hopefully, offered the party a fair bit of good luck, after all, and that included himself.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen@Stormflyx@Mortarion

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

At least the party was accepting of Hogan's assistance. If one of them had been frightened of crocodiles, Louis wasn't sure what he'd do about it; as it was, at least three of the other four were perfectly happy to have him on, if initially confused, whilst the last... Leonard could probably explain everything to her adroitly.

Then came the matter of transporting Hogan around. To this, Louis' smile only widened, now showing pearly white teeth. That was a game he'd played before.

'Why, I'd have imagined you would have ferried him in your vehicles. Or better yet, paraded him around in broad daylight. After all, who would question a group of crocodile handlers so confident they keep their charge off a leash?' he joked, chuckling lightly. He continued, more helpfully, 'Though, if your transportation isn't fit for purpose, we do always have an unmarked van or two available for transportation purposes. On the west side of the main building, there's a decently-sized white garage. It has a sign out the front, you can't miss it.

'Speaking of transportation, if that's all, then you're dismissed.' Immediately, his tone and expression shifted back to neutral professionalism, and now that the meeting had ended, his attention turned to a set of files within a desk drawer. It was clear he didn't expect or want to ask twice.

Once everyone had stepped outside, any portable devices on their person would ping as they received a new message from an unidentifiable number, reading as follows: Your first target likes to frequent the various botanical gardens and arboretums of D.C., though unfortunately, we don't have enough information to determine precisely which one he'll be at on any given day. As far as we can tell, he has been frisking people of their possessions, with some sort of comedy act involved in the matter. Considering this latter piece of information, it might also be worth researching open nights at clubs and any comedy acts being planned in the D.C. area. Further information would not be forthcoming, nor would efforts to message that number back; one would presume they had no more than that to offer in the first place.

@Old Amsterdam@knifeman@Lugubrious@ProPro@LemonZest1337

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Charity Fundraiser

(Post includes contributions from @Old Amsterdam.)

Alessa nodded to Inkscape’s response and his move over to Mastar, smiling to herself just a little. That was, she imagined, a good start to a new version of herself. Equally, though she tried to block out the cacophony of Ceramix’s, ahem, “music”, she was quite glad that it was helping the man sobbing to himself within the glob of containment foam to recover his senses... but damn, how long would they have to keep him in that stuff for? They couldn’t exactly restrain him forever, but nothing less than the containment foam would suffice to hold him, considering his ability... ah, but Epsilon could create machines to nullify powers! No problem, then.

And even better, it seemed like Lillian was already recovering! No need for medical help, then; as Lillian leant against her, Alessa stroked her hair, murmuring kind words into her ear as if to offer further balming for the shock she’d suffered. It might be pertinent to propose some form of check-up later on, though. And with where Lillian was looking... had anyone said anything to Margrave yet? She was sure Inkscape had congratulated him on the part he’d played in saving civilians; if not, then she certainly would.

He didn’t seem pleased with not receiving any attention immediately. Scratch that, she was going to go and talk to him now, before he got the wrong idea- and too late, for the media started swarming in before she could so much as move in his direction, and very rapidly converged around her and Lillian, not to mention most of her other teammates. The flood of questions started professional: ‘How on earth did you defeat two prolific capes so readily?’, ‘Was it fate that brought everybody here?’, ‘What part did you play in taking down these villainous fiends?’, ‘Is the mask going to become a permanent part of your ensemble, Messiah?’, and so on, to which both she and Tiger Lily responded professionally, redirecting questions toward Inkscape accordingly.

Then they started getting personal. ‘Are you and Tiger Lily dating, Messiah?’ She hadn’t honestly expected that, and she stuttered as her brain tried to come up with an answer. Here Lillian jumped in with a slight nod of her head. Before they could say anything, however, the press started to flood in again: ‘How long have you two been going out for?’, ‘What’s it like dating someone two years younger than you?’, ‘Are you lesbians, and what do you have to say to the homosexual community if so?’, ‘What on earth do you think most Americans are going to think of you for this?’ Coming up with an answer to each and every question simultaneously was not something Alessa could do, and so she was frozen for quite a while, though she couldn’t help but realise that a degree of anger was starting to build up.

The moment somebody asked about their sex life was the moment that anger peaked, but after a second of surprised hesitation, Lily managed to speak before she could, her words pointed and stiff, but respectful in tone: “Last I checked it was considered pedophilia to involve minors in sexual conduct, Sir. Furthermore, our personal lives are off-limits, thankyouverymuch, and I believe the Youth Guard would very much agree.” Alessa couldn’t help but notice Lillian’s grip tightening on her hand, and so she squeezed back, forcing herself to deliver her next sentence with the same professionalism as before, albeit much cooler than before.

‘As Tiger Lily has stated, and with all due respect, our personal lives are not the media’s business. I have no further comments to offer to any of you, and I’d appreciate not being asked any further questions on the matter.’ That, she imagined, was probably the best response she could give, which was what mattered here; with that, she began encouraging her teammate to start walking with her toward one of the more established heroes, a sort of social protection.

It was belatedly that she realised Margrave had disappeared entirely, and far too late to try and seek him out. Later, then.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

>'Almighty gods! I beseech thee, lend me your ears! I seek out your favour, for this party of many, whose near future may well be fraught with peril; I pray that you shall offer us your blessings, that we shall be gifted your favour, and that we shall be kept safe from future harms! PLEASE, O GODS, LEND US YOUR POWER!'
>gods
>Settione had just finished his circle and intoned the God of luck and trickery

Uh, what? Huh? He intoned the GODS, obviously, so, you know, he's obviously intoning all of them, not just specific ones... I'm just saying, he's not suspicious at all, in the slightest... very shifty eye movements

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

It's been a good time so far. I greatly hope we can keep things good for the future, too.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

Behind his sunglasses, Louis closed his eyes and endured Laurie's outburst. His man had told her she could be uppity, but... well, he supposed the notion to take away from that was, she ought to consider getting a hold of herself. And he wasn't going to reprimand her just for getting upset, after all. If it affected her work, the team's job, then he'd think about that.

Once her outburst was done, everyone else had their fair share to say: Arthur St. Anger offered his support, granted that Louis would explain what they were to do in a given situation. Mieke Choux simply asked for more information about Stand powers, whilst Leonard commented on how, ahem, unprofessional the rest of the team was, whilst also offering to explain Stands to Mieke in more depth as they worked. And, of course, asking about what to do to those spreading the illness.

'We don't know that anyone in particular is spreading it around,' he explained. 'If it is the fault of a lone individual, then by all means ensure they can't spread it further. If that means executing them, then so be it. Otherwise...' He was interrupted by the sounds of argument, one-sided, followed by a hell of a ruckus. Ah, so Hogan had finally shown up.

Thirty seconds later, the door opened up, the visage of a man with a boot firmly planted on the head of a very annoyed crocodile making itself known, before the crocodile was encouraged to enter, and the man took his leave in prompt, some might even say impolite fashion. He really hated Hogan, it seemed.

'Thank you, Simon. As always, your work is appreciated,' Louis called after him, before sitting back in his chair and uttering 'Ladies and gentlemen, the man who just walked out was our late arrival's handler. Let him be; he's been useful in the field of ecology for a long while, though one might not recognise as much for his usual work. As for the crocodile,' he continued, gesturing to the crocodile, 'say hello to Hogan, our fifth Stand user for the day, the other remaining SWF agent, and your ally for the foreseeable future.'

A question peaked in the man's mind about whether or not he should explain what Hogan's ability actually was, but he imagined that would be unwise. He'd seen quite plainly the thoughts going through Arthur's head the moment Laurie showed off her power; revealing one's Stand ability was not something one did lightly, around anybody else, and he reckoned Hogan would be quite upset with him if he did. If he wanted to show his worth, he would. Chances were that he didn't, but alas.

Instead, he returned to his previous train of thought: 'As I was saying, this could also be a wholly natural phenomenon, perhaps a natural fluke in the evolution of the Stand virus? In which case, it'd merely be a matter of shutting that phenomenon down.' He grimaced a bit, knowing that if that were the case, they'd probably be in more trouble than they realised. At least if it were the effects of somebody's Stand ability, putting them in hospital long enough for the Foundation to gather them up and quarantine them would end the matter cleanly.

'Either way, I trust you will all have the capacity to tie up any loose ends cleanly.' Louis' hands folded over themselves, and for the first time, he smiled. 'Last chance to ask anything else you have in mind. Either way, you'll be sent the information about our initial lead shortly.'

@Old Amsterdam@knifeman@Lugubrious@ProPro@LemonZest1337

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Though they'd reached parts of the ship even the attendant Ratling failed to fully understand, his mood had remained positive, singing a hymn that Alexa hadn't heard before, though it struck a bell in her mind that had her nodding along to its lyrics, albeit not humming or singing personally. That said, all were stunned into silence by the presence of an interloper within the bowels of the ship - a man who turned out to be misshapen, and then transpired to be a mutant, fearful enough that Confessor Horacio found himself trying to shoot down the humanoid monstrosity.

Alexa herself held back by offering intense internal prayer, mumbling under her breath as the creature went to its family, offering them a chance to discuss the matter further. Naturally, as their spiritual superior, the Confessor was the first port of call that Sister-Celestian Victorine turned to, and frankly speaking, his speech was about as well-reasoned as was allowable. Alexa might have proposed that the kindest thing would be to execute Old Gruk and his family immediately, followed by prayer that their souls might reach the Emperor's side and be cleansed, for to die in repentance was surely better than to live in sin, but it'd be more pertinent for it to offer its assistance first, to find both the heretic and any others who may be lurking in the bowels of the ship, so deep that the Emperor's Light failed to reach them, and indeed to at least confirm that it was living proof of its own sinful ways before ending its sinful life.

She'd had her fill of excessive speech today, regardless; thus, Alexa held her tongue, and simply nodded visibly once Horacio's proposal was done.