BCTheEntity

The Sputtering Sun

I too am interested.

Uncharted Isle. (A Monster Hunter RP)

Yurel - Jaggi

Oh man. A herd of Duramboros was the last thing they needed to come across - since he knew Sauron was great at hunting, Yurel reckoned he could probably take one on if he was careful, but an entire herd would easily kill them all if they tried to take one out recklessly. Or at least he and Scrap. That said, Yurel immediately took refuge behind a somewhat larger rock, only glancing round once he was sure the Duramboros were avoiding the rock patch. Old habits died hard, after all - he had to stick an eye out a little ways to scan the herd for any weaker members, a member of the herd with a less well-developed tail perhaps, or preferably a juvenile. If they could isolate one or two of those and scare off the rest, they'd be able to take them out fairly handily with plenty of meat to spare, if Sauron wanted to take the risk.

'What's the plan, sir?' Yurel whispered, trying to read the herd as best he could. 'Do we want to try and hunt these guys, or should we find something else?'

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

@Old Amsterdam
As Laurie sent her text, her innate awareness as an assassin came into play, and she spied an odd sight indeed - a figure emerged from the grounded man's body, white from what she could see, with segmented rings like blown-up balloons making up its arm, and flat, papery fingers, almost as if it had confetti for hands. Then, it sprang forth at immense speed, charging right to the side of the unaware, chuckling bystander's side and... gently swiping its fingers across his face before it vanished entirely. It was an incredibly anticlimactic sight, almost pathetic in its own way, enough to question whether the Stand had even done anything at all.

Nonetheless, the moment Blue told the man he had promise, his eyes snapped to her, widening with disbelief at first, and then with genuine appreciation. Was he tearing up from just her statement, too? Or maybe that was from the humiliation he’d suffered before.

‘R-really?’ he murmured, apparently unsure how to respond. Even when he spoke, he seemed a bit pathetic, despite his smile. ‘You’re giving me a real compliment for my work? Tha-tha-thank you! Finally, people are starting to appreciate what I do!’ Despite everything, he was smiling, and nearly weeping in fact, only to catch himself as he realised the woman before him had asked a question after all. ‘Some, uh, help with the cards, please, could be... yes...’ He finally managed to make it up to his feet, wincing at the pain in his groin, before realising he’d have to pick up some cards himself and nearly toppling over to try and grab them again, failing at the first swipe and only scattering them further.

As this class act went on, Laurie might have noticed a noise coming from the bystander who had chuckled just a moment ago and been lightly slapped for his contribution. He was, in fact, still chuckling - and the longer it went on, the louder he became until he hit full-blown laughter, loud enough even that he was beginning to draw attention to himself. It was, however, unclear why he was laughing - he didn’t even seem to be noticing the comedian anymore, and as he went to his knees, he was sort of spasming away from nothing, and brushing at himself as if trying to remove something from his body, perhaps to stop something from touching him.

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@ProPro
Disturbed from her ranting speech, the woman frowned down at Leonard as he made his statement, clearly a little bit concerned, but brushed it off after a moment. ‘Er, sure, buddy. I’m pre’y sure I can take care of myself, but thanks anyway,’ she uttered, taking a breath before continuing with the main content of what she had to say.

‘Now as I was saying, these government schmucks think they can rip us off? They wanna go ahead and try to keep taking our money, our money that we earned?! How dare they?!’ This was met with a fairly loud cheer from the crowd, and apparently no awareness of how taxes were applied. Once the cheers died down, the speaker continued forcefully ‘I’ve always thought that a person’s work is their own, so why should we be forced to hand off the frui’s of our hard labour to a bunch of rich schmoes who already earn way too much to begin with? You know how much the average Sena’or makes in a year? One hundred seven’y four THOUSAND dollars a year - THREE TIMES MORE than the average American, and that’s just the job i’self! Most US politicians are already filthy stinking rich from their “external enterprises” or wha’ever they wanna call them, and the epi’ome of that is of course the president of the coun’ry!’ There was clear disdain and contempt for the president in question, a sentiment echoed by very nearly everybody in the crowd; there were one or two “boos”, barely audible over the rest of the cacophony, but one would have to be paying attention to catch them.

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@knifeman
At the front of the crowd, Mieke was in prime position to observe as the stunt was performed. There was indeed a pool in place - wide, certainly, but clearly only as deep as the announcer had suggested, with perhaps an extra foot or two of clearance on top, either to hold the designated amount of water or to hold extra for the performer to dive into.

The crowd’s excitement was palpable from how they chattered, but everything died down to a susurration as Lee made his way to the edge of the diving board. With an excited yell, he leapt, twisting and turning in a series of rapid, athletic somersaults on his way down, clearly practiced to perfection.

But, the arc at which he fell was a little too large. Before anyone could react coherently, calamity struck: the man slammed back-first on to the edge of the pool, his entire body folding in half with a disturbing, gory CRUNCH, the force of impact even bending the material of the pool a little before it rebounded him backward into the water, thankfully out of sight. Still, the effect was dramatic, and everybody present was shocked beyond belief, audibly or otherwise. What had just happened? Had they really just witnessed a man die? No, surely not, they’d never have allowed it.

If anybody was paying attention, they’d see the shorter presenter frown at the display, twiddling his moustache before beckoning the bigger man to lean down to him, the duo beginning to chatter quietly to one another in a language that nobody present would be able to decipher, and only those near the front of the crowd would be capable of hearing to begin with.

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@LemonZest1337@Lugubrious
As the van pulled up to the edge of the water, people took some notice of it, and in short order of the oversized croc dragging itself out. Most, naturally, were rather scared to go anywhere near an unleashed crocodilian, and so the duo received surprisingly little interference, save one man in his late middle age who stamped up to them a minute later, clearly angry, but even more clearly scared of the giant reptile. If he felt it was a good idea to confront these two, he clearly didn't have a good reason to come any closer.

'Uh, listen, buddy,' he started saying to Arthur, as annoyed and nervous as his body language suggested, 'I don't mind if a big guy like you comes wanderin' through the place, but that thing is a giant problem.' He pointed in Hogan's direction to clearly indicate what "thing" he meant, with absolutely no awareness of how intelligent the crocodile was. 'Uh, literally. You've gotta get rid of it, pal, or at least keep it in your truck!'

Uncharted Isle. (A Monster Hunter RP)

Yurel - Jaggi

Yurel screeched to a halt as Sauron roared out at the crowd of his minions, unable to make any counterpoint about who did or did not like crunchy bits. Over the mass of others, he could very clearly see how little meat was left on the aptanoth, and he found himself unduly upset by this notion. Oh, he could just hear Tik and Tak laughing at him once he got back.

Then again, since Sauron had just called Yurel and Scrap to take off with him at all, that was an opportunity. An opportunity for awesomeness! Maybe. 'Coming, sir!' Yurel barked, glancing briefly yet longingly at the aptanoth's skeleton before following on after Scrap and Sauron. And as they headed out of the nest, he thought about how Tik and Tak would surely be made to eat their words once the trio came back from their hunting trip. Speaking of which...

'Sir, are we hunting for anything specific this time?' Yurel asked, suitably submissive as to be respectful, but not so much as to appear weak. This particular tone of voice was tough to pull off properly, at times, but he'd practiced it many times before, and he was pretty sure Sauron was in a decent mood right now. Else, why would he want to go out on a second hunt today?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@IcePezz Alright, well, it's good to know you have plenty of writing experience. If we get some open spots in this game in the future, it'll be good to have you on board.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@BCTheEntity Ice Pezz is a she. But thank you for assuming her gender.

Kidding, but seriously she is a she.

@POOHEAD189

@BCTheEntity hello hello :) very nice to meet you! I am a she and have written with a few that have or are currently participating in this rp:) your name even looks familiar to me :) I’ve been a bit Mia the past yearish or 2?

@IcePezz

Whup, sorry about the incorrect gender. I don't recall seeing you around, honestly, but I imagine you're probably good at writing, and you seem to generally be a nice person. If something comes to me about past interactions between us, though, I'll bring it up.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I wouldn't know, having never spoken with him. For the record, though, he seems pretty decent.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Cruise Room

Hmph. At least she wasn’t a total rookie, then. Sadly, in explaining her power in such depth, she was making the same rookie mistake he had... though, it occurred to him now, perhaps another member of their group being taken by the PRT at this point would simply lead to their receiving more detail on everybody’s powers anyway. Besides, they potentially knew what his power was, but if they did, what could they do to counter it? Pull in a second Thinker, perhaps, and even then he still had his own combat skills going for him.

‘Thank you, Alloy,’ he murmured, nodding once her explanation was done. ‘That’s quite useful to know... I imagine you’ll be very capable on the front line of a fight.’ A profligate armoured soldier, of course, but equally a very potent electrical conductor, well-suited to stun or, if need be, kill her opponents fairly easily. She'd do well to round out the gap Heartless left in their group. After another moment of thought, he stepped forward and offered his own hand for her to shake. If he was trying to be a leader, then shouldn’t he act like one?

‘For the record,’ he noted, since it happened to be relevant, ‘if you like cute girls, I’m sure you’ll love Whimsy. Just be aware of her age.’ Did he care if they did anything with one another? Not really. He imagined Alloy might have an issue with Sofia being underage, of course, but they were both big enough girls to hunt people down for their abilities and fend off more dangerous villains than themselves, so he wasn’t going to get in their way if something blossomed between them.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chad Belton

Salem

Name: Chad Belton
Alias: Salem
Age: 16
Alignment: Villain, technically.
Loyalty: The Rockers, and more specifically Creep.
Appearance: Chad has what people might call a baby face, rather smoother and perhaps slightly pudgier than you'd expect of a sixteen year old boy despite the angular jawline. With short brown hair and mildly unfocused brown eyes, he's not exactly a picture of standout attractiveness, though he gets by; somewhat more impressive is a physique that has been growing steadily more muscular since a certain incident at school, a result of relatively constant weight training and exercise on his part in order to try and fit his image of a real "alpha male".
His usual outfit is generally his school uniform, a piece that doesn't quite fit him properly at this stage, but which has all the usual bits with it - black felt trousers, woolen socks, and leather shoes; a light blue cotton t-shirt; and a much darker blue blazer over the top, complete with a ragged patch over his right breast where the emblem of his former school has been ripped off by bullies.
His Cape costume is essentially a firefighter's outfit acquired for him by Creep, complete with yellow heat-resistant gloves, a white cloth headwrap, and a smoke mask with a tinted faceplate to mask his features and hide his identity.

History: For the longest time, Chad was "the nerd" of the schoolyard. He was never especially popular as a child, having few friends in his home town and rather poor parents who rarely related to him as a young child, and spent a lot of his time looking up a variety of interests from the mundane to the absurd, and occasionally stuff that would be illegal to perform but was very interesting to look at, but once middle school and high school and their associated hormones began to accumulate in a small area, things really started to get worse for him. It started small - a shove here, an insult there - but he endured it. Things got bigger - a punch to the shoulder here, "accidentally" knocking him over there - and his psyche started to degrade, along with his actual grades. But he endured it. By the time he hit high school, he was being regularly beaten, and was well-known as "the weird quiet kid" for how little he chatted with others. But despite regular fantasies of buying a gun and shooting up the school by this stage, he endured it.

Mostly, he managed to endure it all by keeping up his friendship from early in middle school with a girl called Sheila Hopkins, something that he sustained despite his increasingly unstable mindset. For a little while, he entertained the possibility that she'd even be willing to go out with him, but ultimately let it go once she found herself another boyfriend, even after she'd dumped that boy for how the relationship failed to work out. If that obsessive schmuck wasn't right for her, then of course he'd be even worse. But, when she vanished two months later, he was left utterly alone, and now he had nobody to discuss matters with. Suffice to say, his situation only worsened further from there.

Still, he forced himself to remain in high spirits about how good he technically had it. At least he wasn't at risk of dying, after all! Or so he thought, anyway. Unbeknownst to him, one of the most innocuous of his bullies, a rich kid with too much spare time and not enough sympathy for the less-fortunate on his hands, had come to a conclusion about what Chad might eventually do, and decided he'd take matters into his own hands before it was too late. Paying a large group of other bullies to assist him, he and his posse cornered Chad one day, and with a gesture, the crowd converged on their target, fist after fist and boot after boot smashing into Chad's frame. He tried to endure it, of course, but eventually passed out from the pain and shock, shortly after the panicked realisation that this could really be what killed him.

The next thing he knew, he was in hospital. He'd been in a coma for several weeks, requiring another two months to recover from his wounds fully, and though a lot of his bullies were now in jail, and the rest claimed they were repentant, he knew that was a lie. He knew they'd be back to harassing him once he was in school again, and resolved to figure out how to stop them. The best he could come up with was to put an IED in one of their lockers without being seen. Nothing too big, just a small item to make them worry (and perhaps destroy some of their schoolwork), and both creating the device and breaking into the locker to plant it were simple matters, given what he already knew from prior research. Sadly for them, he miscalculated the strength of the device, and the victim wound up losing an eye to some shrapnel; whilst Chad was never pinned for anything, many rumours spread around the school, and most people started avoiding him from then on... but at least he wasn't being bullied anymore.

Nonetheless, he missed his sole friend. And furthermore, he missed the opportunity to interact with people at school, even if it was negative. He felt a growing desire, over time, to interact with others again - not to keep being hurt, but rather to make others hurt the way he'd been hurt, a desire that scared him quite viciously. To quell that want, he forced himself to turn that pain back on himself again, heading out to the local gym on a regular basis to exercise and train his strength until his muscles screamed at him. Over time, the thought entered his head that maybe the physical benefits he'd been seeing from all that exercise would help him rise up the social rankings, too - to help make him into an alpha male of sorts, rather than just "the weird kid". Everybody liked muscles, right?

To date, that hasn't worked out so well... maybe, he's been considering, maybe he just needs to make a change, somehow. Maybe the reappearance of his former friend could help with that, too...

Personality

Motivations: Keeping himself from inflicting too much pain on others, but also trying to make a better life for himself than he'd otherwise have.
Sexuality: Straight
Likes:

• Leaving this world behind for a better one Watching cartoons, including anime.
• Dissociating from the harsher aspects of reality Daydreaming.
• Crafting stuff. Actually, he's got quite a wide range of things he enjoys creating, like clothes. And bombs.
• Self-harm Working out.
• Making other people hurt for what they've done Solitude. Just solitude.

Dislikes:

• Being made fun of.
• Being hurt.
• Being powerless.
• Stupid hairstyles.

Derangement: Technically none. However, Chad has intense fantasies about the gruesome things he wants to do to those who wrong him, and if it's feasible, he will sometimes drag out fights for far longer than he needs to simply to indulge his sadistic fantasies.

Parahumanism

Skills: As a high school attendee, Chad’s skillset isn’t exactly all-encompassing. However, he does have a lot of leftover knowledge from his prior status as a “nerd” and the wide range of research he performed, including knowledge of how to produce items like explosive pellets and new clothing as well as how to pick locks, and a fairly surprising amount of strength for a sixteen year old of his build thanks to how much effort he’s put into working out, though very little direct fighting ability to go along with it.
Classification: Shaker/Mover
Details: Within a range of about 30 meters, Chad can superheat earth-based substances such as rock and sand to lava in a split second, and whilst in contact with molten rock can teleport to other pools of molten rock within this range too. Facilitating this, he is immune to harm from direct contact with all forms of lava, as well as to indirect heat in general; additionally, any effects that might be expected of a sudden massive heat increase in any rock he heats up are suppressed, though the heat convection itself is not.
Limitations: Usual Manton limitations aside, his control over lava is specifically limited to superheating and cooling earth-based substances, with no ability to manipulate it once it's formed, and a rather limited and imprecise ability to figure out if he can do so to begin with if he looks in its direction; he cannot directly heat other substances, though they may be melted or caught on fire by any lava he generates, and whilst he can cool any molten rock in his range too, this takes several seconds to achieve rather than the near-instant heating process. Also, though he can teleport through lava whilst making contact in any way, including whilst fully submerged, he must emerge from a pool into open air, since the weight of the molten rock will not move aside in the same way. Finally, though he is immune to heat convection from any source, he is not immune to being burned by direct contact with any substance other than molten rock and earth, which is important to bear in mind if they dissolve into a pool of rock.
Equipment: N/A.

Uncharted Isle. (A Monster Hunter RP)

Yurel - Jaggi

'Mubuhbuh what? Wazzat?' Yurel mumbled, rudely awakened from sleep by Scrap. He liked the guy, really, but sometimes he was... overzealous. He heard the words "Sauron" and "aptonoth" and stumbled upright abruptly, only to realise it wasn't quite so dangerous a situation as expected. Actually, it was breakfast - and as Tik and Tak both pointed out, it'd be gone soon if he didn't get moving.

'Mmbleh. Alright, I'll get going,' Yurel huffed, his voice as always just a bit wheezy. That was an unfortunate and persistent memory of a fight he'd much rather not remember, all told. Even so, he was pretty dang hungry, and charged out of the cave alongside Scrap, salivating a little in the process.

'Why do you reckon everyone is always in such a hurry to eat, anyway?' he asked his friend as they ran on. 'It's not like it's gonna melt in the sun quickly, is it? And if there's a bit of sand in it, so what? It's just extra crunchy bits.' He knew some of the larger members of their pack liked eating the bones in their kills anyway, and that was hardly different from sand, was it? They both crunched in the mouth, so if you thought about it, there wasn't really a difference in the texture after all.