BCTheEntity

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Little Owl Cafe

...Collin.

Collin was a mole for the Community.

She’d come up with the notion of using Ira’s abilities to save him from his powers’ negative effects to begin with.

‘Well, don’t I feel stupid,’ she murmured under her breath, frowning to herself. Her chest was tightening, with anxiety, with annoyance, with... anger even. How dare he. He... he’d led the Wards for a year before being incapacitated, how much of that was he feeding-

She exhaled, forcing herself to relax, straighten up, and think it over as she realised her body language mirrored Evelyn’s. If this was anything like with... with Dean... ugh, she didn’t need to remember the warehouse again, and Kendall throwing up into her drink at that exact moment didn’t help matters at all. The point was, Dean hadn’t been in his right mind, and there was a good chance Collin might not be either. Though, if that was so, he might be long gone as far as being an ally went... no, no “might”. That wouldn’t help any of them here. He was a threat, and for the sake of argument, his inability to be un-brainwashed had to be the presumption, no matter if it was true or not in the moment.

So. Evelyn could close the trap, so to speak, if they could just set the bait; she imagined that meant preventing him from using his power once he realised he was busted, and she imagined Evelyn would indeed have that in hand. They needed to see what they could come up with as far as tricking Sonar to begin with, then; the implication they were going after Patriarch directly might be a good idea, but it was too obvious, as if they were intentionally putting themselves in harm’s way.

Although... what if they pretended they’d be putting themselves in such a situation without realising? If a mission was announced, and it happened to put them in an easy position for the Community to capture them all in one fell swoop... and, of course, they’d need to find a way to scan for who Sonar was contacting as a result, though she imagined Decoy would have that handled. Yes, this could work well for them all.

‘I think,’ she began slowly, ‘that we should use ourselves as the bait, going off of Evelyn’s statement. We wouldn’t actually need to put ourselves in harm’s way, mind; we’d just need to make him think the Community could capture us as a group. Turning all of the Denver Wards into minions would be an irresistible prize for them, right?’ She looked to the other Wards, wondering whether they had anything to say about that. Plus, if it turned out Collin wasn’t the mole, he wouldn’t say anything at all, and that’d clear his name. She could only hope.

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Raymond Haywood: The Airport

Hmph. Blucifer was down, eh? Of course a major threat would target the most obvious landmark in the area to announce themselves - though if nothing else, at least he’d avenged the creator’s death, if that thought gave the dead man any comfort. As he continued along his route, a couple more updates came in - the possibility of other Thinkers present, as one might expect considering a terrorist attack had just happened; and the announcement that the Jacks other than Raymond himself ought to keep their equipment packed. Not a problem for him, then.

‘I shouldn’t need to say this, but all of you stay vigilant,’ he quietly tacked on to Chatterbox’s instructions. ‘The last thing we need is for anyone to get caught out and killed.’ For now, he’d stick to his initial route, following his own advice by keeping a watchful, albeit subtle, eye open for anybody who wasn’t meant to be present - that is, non-thralls. He had his tools to collect from the assigned location, which he reckoned he’d reach very soon, and once those were in hand, it’d be a simple matter to find a place to get in uniform and prepare himself for the attacking Cape.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

Password: **********
Password accepted. User Designation: Doctor Rei Osborne. Accessing core files...
No hardware or software errors detected. Artificial Laboratory and Medical Assistant (A.L.M.A.) Unit fully operational.
Password: ***************
Level 2 password accepted. All files accessible.
Password: *************
Administrator password accepted. Administrator access granted. Hidden files accessible. Welcome, Doctor Rei Osborne.

Accessing Folder "A.L.M.A. Unit Profile" for observation.

A.L.M.A. Unit Profile

Unit Designation: "Roxanne"
Sapience Format: Artificial General Intelligence; Colloquial Designation: "Automaton".
Appearance:

Mainframe

General computing system with access to Doctor Rei Osborne's laboratory systems and massively enhanced memory storage and processing power. Most commonly utilised within Doctor Rei Osborne's service to assist with complex calculations and maneuvers. Also has access to a full medical facility, capable of performing up to full invasive surgery on patients if necessary.

Social/Assistance Chassis

Primary form for engaging in direct interaction with biological beings outside a laboratory or hospital setting. Also useful when Doctor Rei Osborne requires extra hands. Most commonly seen in an educational setting. Also supports in-field combat operations; see File "Mech A" for further information.

Leisure Chassis

Secondary form for engaging with biological beings in relaxed circumstances. Intended to facilitate potential inception of human children. Clothing is separate from body, allowing for removal to grant access to realistically-pliable feminine figure, and maintains capacity to both bear and sire children, with the corresponding genital equivalents extruded for use as necessary.

Personality:
Purpose: Assist user in laboratory experiments; perform logical and mathematical calculations; provide medical aid to injured and sick humans and monstergirls; develop personality based on interaction with humans and monstergirls.
True purpose: Treat, cure, and vaccinate against unknown alien pathogen, restore higher brain function to infected vectors, cull vectors beyond reasonable curing (Cull Factors: resistance to current cure, use of excessive physical force) to prevent further infection spread; acquire DNA samples from infected vectors and other living beings for further experimentation.
Time of Operation: 346 days (49 weeks, 3 days)
Memory Files accessed. Rundown Mode selected.
"A.L.M.A. Unit was programmed by Doctor Rei Osborne based on the code of standard Artificial Medicaid (A.M.) Units, with hardware and software improvement over these to function in a wider range of settings. It is designed to assist Doctor Rei Osborne alongside assistant Ray, frequently offering calculations in experiments. When not working in Doctor Rei Osborne's office, it is intended to assist living humans and monstergirls with medical issues, such as sickness and injury, as well as interact with them to develop its personality. Advanced neural networks and self-arranging nanoprocessor units allow for more nuanced personal development, with unlimited neuroplasticity as necessary. Presently, it is reasonably friendly and highly willing to assist others as needed, though it bears a flat affect and has difficulty outwardly expressing specific emotions. It also tends to wait for orders rather than taking initiative, and will often continue to pursue current orders in absence of new inputs."
"A.L.M.A. Unit also assists in war against alien pathogen. It is unable to be infected by or otherwise carry the pathogen, its processing speed and reaction times are far superior to all known biological systems, the internal electronics of all chassis are proven resistant to impact shock and electromagnetic interference, and it regularly assists with developing new substances and agents to eliminate the pathogen and restore higher brain function to infected vectors. Uninfected individuals injected with the most recent form of this agent will have their immune system triggered to target the agent and induce immunity to most known strains of the pathogen to date. When injected into an infected vector, this agent will induce unconsciousness within ten seconds, followed by restoration or development of higher brain function and cognitive faculties over the next several hours as the pathogen is eradicated, as well as immunity to future re-infection as the vaccination reaction takes place. The interaction between agent and pathogen induces a bright violet fluorescence reaction visible through veins beneath exposed skin, clearly showing when an infected vector has been treated to ensure they are not targeted for culling.
Depending on pathogen concentration and evolutionary developments, the agent may fail to eradicate some or all of the pathogen, requiring multiple doses to induce pathogen eradication and/or prevent regression; the agent may also fail to function entirely, in which case the infected vector or pathogen strain likely already bears resistance to the agent, or has developed it as a result of treatment. If vectors cannot reasonably be cured, A.L.M.A. Unit can transfer its software to a suitable chassis modified with hardware to contain its personality, each bearing multiple options to cull infected vectors. See Files "Mech A", "Mech B", "Mech C" for further information."
"A.L.M.A. Unit presently bears multiple software limiters and prohibitions to prevent an Unfriendly Superintelligence Scenario. It is limited to equivalent human Intelligence Quotient of 140. It is limited to possessing a single existing instance of its software at any time. It is limited to transferring its full memory and software to any device it transfers its mind into. It is limited to storing its software in approved chassis and devices only, deferring to Doctor Rei Osborne for approval of a new chassis or device. It is prohibited from updating its software to raise its equivalent human Intelligence Quotient. It is prohibited from replicating its hardware or software to produce new instances of its mind, memory, and all other mental and psychological faculties. It is prohibited from programming new artificial intelligences of any sort without explicit permission of and constant supervision by Doctor Rei Osborne. It is prohibited from constructing hardware to contain a new instance of its mind, memory, and all other mental and psychological faculties. It is prohibited from constructing hardware to contain any instance of the mind, memory, and all other mental and psychological faculties of any other human, monstergirl, infected vector, artificial intelligence, or other sapient or sentient lifeform. It is prohibited from altering its own hardware and software in any way, including modification of personality modules and modification or removal of any software limiters and prohibitions. It is prohibited from requesting, persuading, deceiving, or otherwise manipulating other humans, monstergirls, infected vectors, artificial intelligences, or other sapient or sentient lifeforms to perform any of the above tasks. Further examination of its personality as it develops will determine which, if any, of these limiters are modified or deleted in future."

Accessing Files "Mech A", "Mech B", "Mech C" for observation.

Mech A

Callsign: "Jury" | Type: Self-Contained Power Armor
Appearance:

Anti-Personnel Chassis

Loadout/Abilities: The Jury chassis is one meter and seventy five centimeters tall, and weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms unloaded. It is frequently utilised for social interaction by the A.L.M.A. Unit, and to that end possesses the most advanced personality development modules of its bodies. As an artificial intelligence intended for medical purposes as well as laboratory use, it also stores many doses of various antibiotic, antiviral, and antitoxic agents, suitably preserved and readily injected via sterile needles emerging from the chassis' fingers, alongside medical tools to facilitate field operations of up to moderate complexity such as setting bone fractures, though advanced operations such as complex surgery require specialised facilities.
The Jury chassis is also highly capable in combat, particularly in areas inaccessible to larger combatants. Its armor plating bears durability equivalent to or greater than that of most equivalent-scale power armours, and its servos are capable of lifting in excess of one tonne of weight and propelling the chassis at straight-line speeds of thirty kilometers per hour or more, with above average agility for its size. Additionally, stored within a compartment in the chassis' back plating and accessible at any time is a collapsible glaive, bearing a wide reinforced blade on the top end and a similar spike on the bottom end, well-suited for subduing and/or destroying infected vectors in melee combat; at range, the glaive is capable of charging itself with energy and firing off bolts of condensed non-thermal plasma, with potency ranging from briefly stunning the target to violently vaporising flesh and shattering bone.
The Jury chassis bears up to five hundred doses of an agent designed to counteract and destroy the alien pathogen that infected vectors spread. Any uninfected individuals will, when injected with other antibiotics or antivirals, also covertly be injected with one dose of the most recent agent as described in Memory File "APA", and infected vectors may also be injected with this agent directly. Should the agent fail to cure an infected vector, culling the vector to prevent further pathogen spread remains the only option, necessitating use of the chassis' equipment as described above. Other than this, it also contains multiple doses of a mixture of neurotoxic, cytotoxic, hemorrhagic, and paralytic poisons, easily able to kill targets they are injected into without prompt counter-treatment.

Mech B

Callsign: "Judge" | Type: Large Mecha
Appearance:

Anti-Horde/Titan Pacification Chassis

Loadout/abilities: The Judge chassis is fifteen meters tall, and weighs roughly sixty tonnes unloaded, though it is equipped with internal antigravitic boosters to reduce structural load; high-power external back-mounted variants of the same provide straight-line movement of over one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour and high agility, though it is also capable of running at around forty kilometers per hour with much reduced agility if these are disabled. It is designed to battle large hordes of infected vectors that would be inadvisable for the Jury chassis to contend with, as well as duelling against vectors of substantial height and/or weight that would prove difficult or impossible for smaller chassis sizes to combat; as such, its armour is practically impervious to anything less than a high-yield missile strike, and its servos are capable of lifting up to five hundred tonnes safely.
Its primary weapons are a pair of very large clamps, able to apply many thousands of kilograms of pressure to anything caught between them, or used as heavy bludgeons and sweeping weapons as required. Additionally, when fully closed, they double as high-power plasma beam weapons, strong enough to annihilate vast swathes of human-sized targets or rapidly melt holes in the armour of even the toughest mechs, not to mention very large infection vectors that may otherwise have extremely dense natural protection. An array of similar, smaller plasma weapons are installed facing forward on the chassis' abdomen, including four designed to incapacitate or eliminate targets smaller than three meters, and one capable of eliminating targets up to seven meters and fifty centimeters.
Both clamps obscure a needle connected to a large reservoir of an alien pathogen-eliminating agent, as described in Memory File "APA", contained within the thorax of the Judge chassis, equivalent to two doses for an infection vector of the same size as this chassis. Whilst a clamp is opened, the needle may emerge from the top half of the clamp at will, with slight readjustment for more precise aiming; the clamps are designed to crack open biological armour in such a way that the needle can be inserted into the blood vessels beneath the armour, though this is not necessary if a grip can be attained on exposed flesh. As with the Jury chassis, see File "Mech A", failure to cure an infection vector currently leaves culling as the only viable option. Other than this, it also contains multiple doses of a mixture of neurotoxic, cytotoxic, hemorrhagic, and paralytic poisons scaled to match targets of similar size to the Judge chassis, easily able to kill targets they are injected into without prompt counter-treatment.

Mech C

Callsign: "Executioner" | Type: Small Mecha
Appearance:

Vector Culling Chassis

Loadout/abilities: The Executioner chassis is five meters tall, and weighs twenty five metric tons unloaded, though it is equipped with internal antigravitic boosters to reduce structural load and enhance speed and agility. It is designed with the sole purpose of culling infection vectors as quickly and efficiently as possible, and so it contains no options for curing the alien pathogen, instead using this space for thicker armour, more efficient shock dampeners, and enhanced processors, rendering it superior to both the Jury and Judge chassis in terms of processing speed, reaction time, and relative durability. It also suppresses the personality of the A.L.M.A. Unit whilst its software is contained within the Executioner chassis, to minimise risk of disobedience on moral grounds and ensure zero hesitation in a major fight. Whilst its armour is still somewhat less durable than that of the Judge chassis despite being more effective relative to its size, its straight-line speed can readily reach over ninety kilometers per hour, and it is incredibly agile for its size, with very little risk of losing either of these without taking damage that would already affect critical systems.
Its weapons are intended to make maximum use of its exceptional speed and agility. As such, its primary weapons are a pair of wrist-mounted sickles, with reinforced self-sharpening edges only nanometers thick capable of slicing through most forms of armour with extreme ease, complete with plasma emitters to further enhance their cutting power. The plating on its knees can also give way to a set of similarly-sharp, plasma-enhanced straight blades in scissor formation across the joint, enhancing any kicks it makes and allowing it to cut into a target from both sides simultaneously if need be. Finally, whilst the Executioner chassis is relatively lacking in long-range options, its head is able to spin round a full three hundred and sixty degrees; mounted on the back side are an additional set of visual sensors and a mid-yield plasma cannon, and a high-yield plasma beam weapon is mounted in its chest. Both are largely intended to surprise and severely damage anything that has caught the Executioner chassis in a grapple in an effort to escape, though as weapons in their own right, they are very capable of eliminating most equivalent-sized targets their projectiles hit, as per the similar plasma weaponry equipped to the Jury and Judge chassis.

User no longer accessing Files and Folders. User logged off. A.L.M.A. Unit resuming normal functionality...

Uncharted Isle. (A Monster Hunter RP)

Yurel - Jaggi

Yes, perfect. Sauron was charging, and the Apceros was still distracted, swinging its tail once again even as Yurel leapt back out of its range, much more cleanly this time. 'Scrap, keep it up!' he barked, encouraging Scrap to keep grabbing the Apceros' attention; his own barking redoubled, and again he faked a brief charge at the big dumb creature before leaping out of range. He knew what the strategy to deal with it was now - not that that mattered, with Sauron bearing down on it from an angle it couldn't really protect itself from.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

@Old Amsterdam@ProPro
‘...yeah. Confidence,’ he agreed, nodding with a slowly-increasing smile. Sure, that was all he needed! A bit more confidence, yeah! And hey, confident meant doing stuff like greeting people.

So, with Blue’s sentiment about how she really wanted to see one of his shows in the future spurring him on, he stood up, took a step toward Leonard, and promptly tripped over his own feet, scrambling wildly to try and keep himself upright, before eventually restabilising himself in an incredibly awkward spread-leg posture. An embarrassed blush crossed his features, and he shakily offered his hand for Leonard to shake, just about mumbling out ‘B-Bugsy,’ his expression showing just how aware he was of his own lack of coordination.

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@knifeman
With the van’s departure, and no further performance available, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving Mieke mostly alone in the park for the time being. Certainly, nobody really wanted to see somebody be so badly wounded, possibly fatally, but the fact that such obvious public figures were Stand users without knowing it could perhaps be a lead to follow - albeit one that represented how dangerous their lack of knowledge might be, either to them or to others. At least Mieke had Arthur’s text message to try and distract her.

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@LemonZest1337@Lugubrious
As Arthur’s text sent, the lights changed. Before he could start moving, however, a very loud red motorcycle blasted past its own red light, cutting off everyone else, and barely swerving around a car that had just started pulling out. From the look of things, it seemed like the two black leather-clad riders were a man in front and a woman holding on behind him; over the motorcycle’s engine, both Arthur and Hogan might be able to hear a couple of shrill whoops of excitement, before the bike sped off into the distance, and the traffic began moving again, much more legally than the motorcyclists. Whether Arthur wanted to do anything about that was on him, though one might argue there was no reason to do so.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

Password: **********
Password accepted. User Designation: Doctor Rei Osborne. Accessing core files...
No hardware or software errors detected. Artificial Laboratory and Medical Assistant (A.L.M.A.) Unit fully operational.
Password: ***************
Level 2 password accepted. All files accessible.
Password: *************
Administrator password accepted. Administrator access granted. Hidden files accessible. Welcome, Doctor Rei Osborne.

Accessing Folder "A.L.M.A. Unit Profile" for observation.

A.L.M.A. Unit Profile

Unit Designation: "Roxanne"
Sapience Format: Artificial General Intelligence; Colloquial Designation: "Automaton".
Appearance:

Mainframe

Social/Assistance Chassis

Personality:
Purpose: Assist user in laboratory experiments; perform logical and mathematical calculations; provide medical aid to injured and sick humans and monstergirls; develop personality based on interaction with humans and monstergirls.
True purpose: Treat, cure, and vaccinate against unknown alien pathogen, restore higher brain function to infected vectors, cull vectors beyond reasonable curing (Cull Factors: resistance to current cure, use of excessive physical force) to prevent further infection spread; acquire DNA samples from infected vectors and other living beings for further experimentation.
Time of Operation: 116 days (16 weeks, 4 days)
Memory Files accessed. Rundown Mode selected.
"A.L.M.A. Unit was programmed by user, with hardware and software improvement over standard Artificial Medicaid (A.M.) Units. It is designed to assist Doctor Rei Osborne alongside assistant Ray, frequently offering calculations in experiments. When not working in Doctor Rei Osborne's office, it is intended to assist living humans and monstergirls with medical issues, such as sickness and injury, as well as interact with them to develop its personality. Advanced neural networks and self-arranging nanoprocessor units allow for more nuanced personal development, with unlimited neuroplasticity as necessary. Presently, it is reasonably friendly and highly willing to assist others as needed, though it bears a flat affect and has difficulty outwardly expressing specific emotions. It also tends to wait for orders rather than taking initiative, and will often continue to pursue current orders in absence of new inputs."
"A.L.M.A. Unit also assists in war against alien pathogen. It is unable to be infected by or otherwise carry the pathogen, its processing speed and reaction times are far superior to all known biological systems, the internal electronics of all chassis are proven resistant to impact shock and electromagnetic interference, and it regularly assists with developing new substances and agents to eliminate the pathogen and restore higher brain function to infected vectors. Uninfected individuals injected with the most recent form of this agent will have their immune system triggered to target the agent and induce immunity to most known strains of the pathogen to date. When injected into an infected vector, this agent will induce unconsciousness within ten seconds, followed by restoration or development of higher brain function and cognitive faculties over the next several hours as the pathogen is eradicated, as well as immunity to future re-infection as the vaccination reaction takes place. The interaction between agent and pathogen induces a bright violet fluorescence reaction visible through veins beneath exposed skin, clearly showing when an infected vector has been treated to ensure they are not targeted for culling.
Depending on pathogen concentration and evolutionary developments, the agent may fail to eradicate some or all of the pathogen, requiring multiple doses to induce pathogen eradication and/or prevent regression; the agent may also fail to function entirely, in which case the infected vector or pathogen strain likely already bears resistance to the agent, or has developed it as a result of treatment. If vectors cannot reasonably be cured, A.L.M.A. Unit can transfer its software to a suitable chassis modified with hardware to contain its personality, each bearing multiple options to cull infected vectors. See Files "Mech A", "Mech B", "Mech C" for further information."
"A.L.M.A. Unit presently bears multiple software limiters and prohibitions to prevent an Unfriendly Superintelligence Scenario. It is limited to equivalent human Intelligence Quotient of 140. It is limited to a single instance of its software being in existence at any time. It is limited to transferring its full memory and software to any device it transfers its mind into. It is limited to storing its software in approved chassis and devices only, deferring to Doctor Rei Osborne for approval of a new chassis or device. It is prohibited from updating its software to raise its equivalent human Intelligence Quotient. It is prohibited from replicating its hardware or software to produce new instances of its mind, memory, and all other mental and psychological faculties. It is prohibited from programming new artificial intelligences of any sort without explicit permission of and constant supervision by Doctor Rei Osborne. It is prohibited from constructing hardware to contain a new instance of its mind, memory, and all other mental and psychological faculties. It is prohibited from constructing hardware to contain any instance of the mind, memory, and all other mental and psychological faculties of any other human, monstergirl, infected vector, artificial intelligence, or other sapient or sentient lifeform. It is prohibited from altering its own hardware and software in any way, including modification of personality modules and modification or removal of any software limiters and prohibitions. It is prohibited from requesting, persuading, deceiving, or otherwise manipulating other humans, monstergirls, infected vectors, artificial intelligences, or other sapient or sentient lifeforms to perform any of the above tasks. Further examination of its personality as it develops will determine which, if any, of these limiters are modified or deleted in future."

Accessing Files "Mech A", "Mech B", "Mech C" for observation.

Mech A

Callsign: "Jury" | Type: Self-Contained Power Armor
Appearance:

Anti-Personnel Chassis

Loadout/Abilities: The Jury chassis is one meter and seventy five centimeters tall, and weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms unloaded. It is frequently utilised for social interaction by the A.L.M.A. Unit, and to that end possesses the most advanced personality development modules of its bodies. As an artificial intelligence intended for medical purposes as well as laboratory use, it also stores many doses of various antibiotic and antiviral agents, suitably preserved and readily injected via sterile needles emerging from the chassis' fingers, alongside medical tools to facilitate field operations of up to moderate complexity such as setting bone fractures, though advanced operations such as complex surgery require specialised facilities.
The Jury chassis is also highly capable in combat, particularly in areas inaccessible to larger combatants. Its armor plating bears durability equivalent to or greater than that of most equivalent-scale power armours, and its servos are capable of lifting in excess of one tonne of weight and propelling the chassis at straight-line speeds of thirty kilometers per hour or more, with above average agility for its size. Additionally, stored within a compartment in the chassis' back plating and accessible at any time is a collapsible glaive, bearing a wide reinforced blade on the top end and a similar spike on the bottom end, well-suited for subduing and/or destroying infected vectors in melee combat; at range, the glaive is capable of charging itself with energy and firing off bolts of condensed non-thermal plasma, with potency ranging from briefly stunning the target to violently vaporising flesh and shattering bone.
The Jury chassis bears up to five hundred doses of an agent designed to counteract and destroy the alien pathogen that infected vectors spread. Any uninfected individuals will, when injected with other antibiotics or antivirals, also covertly be injected with one dose of the most recent agent as described in Memory File "APA", and infected vectors may also be injected with this agent directly. Should the agent fail to cure an infected vector, culling the vector to prevent further pathogen spread remains the only option, necessitating use of the chassis' equipment as described above.

Mech B

Callsign: "Judge" | Type: Large Mecha
Appearance:

Anti-Horde/Titan Pacification Chassis

Loadout/abilities: The Judge chassis is fifteen meters tall, and weighs roughly sixty tonnes unloaded, though it is equipped with internal antigravitic boosters to reduce structural load; high-power external back-mounted variants of the same provide straight-line movement of over one hundred and twenty kilometers per hour and high agility, though it is also capable of running at around forty kilometers per hour with much reduced agility if these are disabled. It is designed to battle large hordes of infected vectors that would be inadvisable for the Jury chassis to contend with, as well as duelling against vectors of substantial height and/or weight that would prove difficult or impossible for smaller chassis sizes to combat; as such, its armour is practically impervious to anything less than a high-yield missile strike, and its servos are capable of lifting up to five hundred tonnes safely.
Its primary weapons are a pair of very large clamps, able to apply many thousands of kilograms of pressure to anything caught between them, or used as heavy bludgeons and sweeping weapons as required. Additionally, when fully closed, they double as high-power plasma beam weapons, strong enough to annihilate vast swathes of human-sized targets or rapidly melt holes in the armour of even the toughest mechs, not to mention very large infection vectors that may otherwise have extremely dense natural protection. An array of similar, smaller plasma weapons are installed facing forward on the chassis' abdomen, including four designed to incapacitate or eliminate targets smaller than three meters, and one capable of eliminating targets up to seven meters and fifty centimeters.
Both clamps obscure a needle connected to a large reservoir of an alien pathogen-eliminating agent, as described in Memory File "APA", contained within the thorax of the Judge chassis, equivalent to two doses for an infection vector of the same size as this chassis. Whilst a clamp is opened, the needle may emerge from the top half of the clamp at will, with slight readjustment for more precise aiming; the clamps are designed to crack open biological armour in such a way that the needle can be inserted into the blood vessels beneath the armour, though this is not necessary if a grip can be attained on exposed flesh. As with the Jury chassis, see File "Mech A", failure to cure an infection vector currently leaves culling as the only viable option.

Mech C

Callsign: "Executioner" | Type: Small Mecha
Appearance:

Vector Culling Chassis

Loadout/abilities: The Executioner chassis is five meters tall, and weighs twenty five metric tons unloaded, though it is equipped with internal antigravitic boosters to reduce structural load and enhance speed and agility. It is designed with the sole purpose of culling infection vectors as quickly and efficiently as possible, and so it contains no options for curing the alien pathogen, instead using this space for thicker armour, more efficient shock dampeners, and enhanced processors, rendering it superior to both the Jury and Judge chassis in terms of processing speed, reaction time, and relative durability. It also suppresses the personality of the A.L.M.A. Unit whilst its software is contained within the Executioner chassis, to minimise risk of disobedience on moral grounds and ensure zero hesitation in a major fight. Whilst its armour is still somewhat less durable than that of the Judge chassis despite being more effective relative to its size, its straight-line speed can readily reach over ninety kilometers per hour, and it is incredibly agile for its size, with very little risk of losing either of these without taking damage that would already affect critical systems.
Its weapons are intended to make maximum use of its exceptional speed and agility. As such, its primary weapons are a pair of wrist-mounted sickles, with reinforced self-sharpening edges only nanometers thick capable of slicing through most forms of armour with extreme ease. The plating on its knees can also give way to a set of similarly-sharp straight blades in scissor formation across the joint, enhancing any kicks it makes and allowing it to cut into a target from both sides simultaneously if need be. Finally, whilst the Executioner chassis is relatively lacking in long-range options, its head is able to spin round a full three hundred and sixty degrees; mounted on the back side are an additional set of visual sensors and a mid-yield plasma cannon, and a high-yield plasma beam weapon is mounted in its chest. Both are largely intended to surprise and severely damage anything that has caught the Executioner chassis in a grapple in an effort to escape, though as weapons in their own right, they are very capable of eliminating most equivalent-sized targets their projectiles hit, as per the similar plasma weaponry equipped to the Jury and Judge chassis.

User no longer accessing Files and Folders. User logged off. A.L.M.A. Unit resuming normal functionality...

Pray for the End [High Casual] - Canceled

I'm also in on this.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - Dirkwing Dirk Does Dirk Deeds

The fact that you lucked out about this so dramatically doesn't make you any better of a person. You're still a horrible freak.

Nooope. I win, loser. I got the ally, and he donuts even knows about the sparoons. He won it. He is the best.

Except you suck Fool! You can't succeed Idiot!

Yes. You will succeed. You'll be the succeedest to ever succeed. And furthermore, you have top deer there was then that deer taste. In coats.

'Okay, Smish, we should get to the go,' Dirk malts, patting Smeth on the back to get him to start going. 'And we'll tell everyone we just beat up first. Wait, no. Jim can do that. Big Tiger Jim. We'll go the opposite directing round first.' Yes, perfect plotan. He's going to do it. They will do it, and it'll be good.

'...should there be less obverse imagey?' you asked first, for obvious reasons that he was about to say. 'It might be obverse, and people will tell Brulee Bill about it.'

...wait.

'Obvious, I meant.'

Good Job, Dirk! That Correction Was Very Useful For Him!

He was is am knowing of this, Big Guy. Yaes.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT HQ

Emergency mission...? Huh. Well, this was a good time for it, wasn’t it? But, if it was so crucial, maybe it’d be worth investigating. And Lily was the one providing the details, at that. Alessa could only wonder what was going on there. But, no mentioning it out loud; she wasn’t one to mull over details like that with nobody to chat about them with, anyway, so best to get to the point.

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At the Little Owl

Jogging to the cafe designated by the alert, dressed in blue jeans and a fairly frilly light grey shirt that, she felt, didn’t suit her overmuch, she entered to realise she was actually one of the later arrivals there. Lillian was there already, as were the newest recruit Kendall- Mastar, in her guise as a cape- and Elliot, in... well, his usual state. She never had gotten to properly apologise, had she? Not for lack of trying, but because he’d promptly brushed her off as insincere. She’d settled for telling him that when he was ready to talk about how he felt, she’d be ready to receive him, the same spiel that she’d essentially given Evelyn - but no response on that front, either. It was like he was actively avoiding her.

Even so, she smiled to him, despite his closed eyes, and to everyone else present; went up to the counter and purchased a latte; and then took a seat next to Lillian. Her girlfriend. Gosh, had it really been two weeks? And already, she was getting closer to her, by the day if she looked at it that way. Enough, as it happened, to recognise that Lillian squeezing her hand was a bit too tight to be a simple gesture of appreciation. She was worried about this mission, actually, if her expression was anything to go by.

‘Well, this is nice, isn’t it?’ she asked, an effort to break the tension. ‘A morning out before school, breakfast coffees, and in such a lovely place. I don’t think I could ask for better.’ She wasn’t sure how well she did there, but... well, it was a start.

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Raymond Haywood: The Airport

Funnily enough, when it came to missions, fifteen days was a lot of time. Time to plan, time to prepare. Time to get his weapon and clothing into the airport. Time to stock up on the right sort of ammunition. Rubber bullets, in his case; they could still be lethal, of course, but there would be an active show of minimising the force he was using. And besides, he decided what shots were and were not lethal.

And in civilian clothing, with Drake’s thralls opening the way, entry into the area was an almost casual affair. The reason: to stop an A-class villain. How the Broker knew: there were obvious options, even without using a Thinker to divine the future. On the other hand, whilst their civilian get-ups meant they could get inside the building and to their designated meeting point more easily, it’d be getting into costume in such a way that they could remain inconspicuous until the attack began that’d be the kicker. He hoped those thralls had placed his gear somewhere suitable.

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Chad Belton: Home

It was, to be frank, a bit terrifying how true the expression rang: “the more things change, the more they stay the same”.

On the one hand, he had been reunited with his best and only friend, and he was a parahuman now. Wherever he looked, his mind made it clear that he was no longer normal. With a thought, rock turned to superheated goo (even if he wasn’t looking at it, he’d eventually realised), and this let him assist Sheila in ways he’d never dreamed plausible before.

And on the other... school was still something he had to attend. He was mostly ignored. Mostly disliked. He got his gym sessions in regularly, of course, until his muscles screamed at him most days. A lot of the time, he had nothing better to do after school anyway. Homework wasn’t especially difficult. Boring, one might even say.

He’d expected more action as Salem. Almost craved it. The thought of melting somebody’s flesh from their bone was a thought that had gone through his head many a time in the past two weeks.

But not this early in the morning. Right now, he was in the middle of breakfast. Honey Nut Cheerios. Tasty stuff. Sugar-loaded, too. Probably not the best breakfast for helping develop muscle, but he had a banana each morning too. That was nice, yeah.

‘So, Chad, big day today?’ his mom asked. She was nice, honestly. Brown hair going grey, getting on in years a little so to speak, but ever-friendly. Nicer than he deserved. She meant well, obviously. She just wasn’t... helpful, so to speak.

‘Not really,’ he said once he’d swallowed his mouthful, shaking his head even before that. ‘I’ve just got, uh... classes and stuff. Might go out to the gym again today, might not. I... I might try going out somewhere else, too, honestly. I’ve been thinking that might be...’

He didn’t really get to finish his sentence, as his dad suddenly petted his hair from behind with a hearty ‘Hey, that’s great to hear, son! It’s good that you’re starting to get out more, you know?’ Rambunctious, was probably the way to describe him, only just starting to show his own years in his hair despite being, what, seven-odd years older than mom? His lifestyle was pretty active. He was a bit more extraverted than either Chad or his mom, so that probably contributed to it.

And yet, he didn’t even think to ask where he might be going. Good for Chad, since he didn’t really want to say anyway, but still a bit disappointing. Again, a nice person. Just not helpful, given Chad’s particular issues. He’d probably be more helpful in a bodybag, frankly. Just cut apart and tossed in, like so many-

‘Er, thanks, dad,’ Chad managed to get out, blinking lightly as he reset his hair. ‘It’s not a big deal, anyway. Gotta start thinking about seeing new people, is all.’

‘Well, I’m very pleased to hear that,’ his mom uttered, smiling gently. ‘And you know what? You’ve gotten more sociable in general recently, I’m realising! Well done.’ Platitudes. She never really believed in him, did she? He considered over another mouthful of cereal that he could probably generate a pool of lava under her right now, and she wouldn’t know who killed her...

Oh, shit. He could just kill them both on a whim, as well, couldn’t he? It wasn’t just Sheila who was at risk with his power. It was anyone he happened to get upset with. And that... that could be the case with anyone right back at him. He’d learned the basics of the Unspoken Rules, one of which was essentially “don’t fuck with people’s real identity”, but if somebody came along who decided they really liked not obeying those rules... if Mire had a moment and decided to hunt his family down...

He blinked a few times as the reality of how much danger his parents could be in hit him. From him. From another cape. Maybe from a disgruntled teammate, if they felt he’d slighted them. Hell, if he thought about it, it could be from some total rando on the street, too. Or a car accident, or...

‘...yeah, that is probably good,’ he mumbled, frowning slightly.

‘Hey, what’s up, sport? You doing okay?’ his dad asked, patting him lightly on the shoulder. He was very touchy-feely. Not in the bad way, but sometimes Chad would rather he wasn’t at all.

‘Yeah. I just... you know, you two are...’ He struggled to put the sentence together for a bit, but eventually managed to phrase himself: ‘Thanks for helping raise me, mom, dad. I think sometimes I don’t appreciate you enough, is all, so... you know. I love you guys.’

And there was the bear hug from dad. ‘Aww, you know we love you too, Chad,’ his mom replied, joining the hug more gently. ‘If there’s ever anything we can help with, you’re always free to tell us. Okay, sweetie?’

There was not anything they could help him with.

‘Okay. Thanks, mom.’

They broke the hug off, and with a slightly lighter heart, Chad kept on eating. He had school today, after all.

The World Unravelled: A God RP

Legio

Three hours, Legio mused as he sat in his place. Even when he was rushing his work, Ualla could be terrifyingly slow to act. Inevitably, if this weren't such a crucial situation, he'd have insisted that all life should take millions of years to develop "naturally", as if that held some benefit over creating what had already existed. Legio respected the lifegiver greatly, for he was ultimately the origin of humanity, and so of Legio indirectly, but he sadly felt they had all the time in the world to act. That to truly appreciate something, it had to take aeons to occur. If Legio took as long as Ualla did to ferry the human race's ascendance to immortality, they would not have been half as advanced as they were by the start of the previous Roil.

Though his sentiment about who would lead in Sandrimor's place not turning into a war... well, that was admittedly a sensible enough suggestion. The throne room's lack of accoutrement was somehow deeper than the mere lack of physical decoration with the former King's passing; Legio could see a vision of Sandrimor coming in and taking his seat again as if everything were as it usually were, if he focused on the mental image, but he simply couldn't imagine this newborn mass of meat taking his place, couldn't imagine anyone else taking that seat and having things be better for humanity, save himself. He felt alone, at times, for it seemed only he truly saw a spark of possibility in them, in any mortal race at all.

And yet... if he gave up, they would be lost, as surely as the Roil's resurgence. He had to stay determined. Only then would the human race surpass its limitations.

In the meantime, he approached. Zetsibo. His eternal bane, and one of the core reasons humanity struggled so much in Legio's mind. At the very least, he had confirmed he wouldn't be seizing the throne, despite presumably knowing how it'd inflict despair upon so many if he did; whilst Legio would have to think very hard before denying himself such an option, he also knew Zetsibo could simply be lying to try and cause greater depression later on. And in truth, a pact might help limit Zetsibo's efforts to delay humanity's ascension... though it'd also keep Legio from interfering with his efforts to further the despair of many other races. But alas, if it meant humanity would become immortal this cycle - and in such a crucial era of change, it surely had to happen soon - then he would do his best to make it up to them. Humanity came first, though.

Before he could respond, along came Amp's enraging remark. A secondary annoyance to the progress-crushing ambitions of Zetsibo, for ultimately her domains limited her far more so than Zetsibo's, but infuriating in her own unique way; he'd smelt her lack of concentration already, heard and prompty ignored her commentary on the King's "glorified title", but to hear her claim he called atrocities upon those he sought to immortalise? And the "crusade" he'd called had been upon a race threatening to wipe humanity out entirely! And he knew she was no fool, at that. She was well-aware that her comments were as insulting to him as she was to humanity as a whole; she was just seeking a reaction from him; he would not fall for it.

...then he struck upon a bright idea. Both a retort and a restraint. Oh, but that'd be perfect.

'Well, Amp, if it is a crusade you wish to avoid, then I imagine you'll want to join this meeting,' Legio proposed, gesturing for her to follow him into Zetsibo's realm of despair and, temporarily, discussion. 'After all, I wouldn't wish to rile you enough that you seek to rend the mortals I govern asunder, and I'm sure you'd prefer to avoid that I do any such thing to your worshippers too.' An excellent trap: she'd be bound by the same terms and Legio and Zetsibo if she joined them and agreed to that pact, whereas if she denied this meeting now, and then sought to destroy his humans, he essentially had free reign to seek her destruction later. She had been offered peace now, in view of all other deities that had awakened as of yet, and so would implicitly seek destruction if she went on to harm his people, with or without agreeing to the terms laid out there. Legio surely couldn't lose in this exchange.

Uncharted Isle. (A Monster Hunter RP)

Yurel - Jaggi

Their strategy was foolproof, or should have been. By presenting its armoured backside, the Apceros left its front open to Sauron's attack. And it was distracted with them, but oh boy, did it swinging its tail make a bit of an issue there. Yurel almost didn't get out of the way in time, himself, flinging himself backwards to avoid the spikes and nearly tripping over his feet, and he could see Scrap had managed to fall over, landing on his side. Exposed, vulnerable if the Apceros tried to finish the job.

Yurel's immediate response was to double up on his barking and screeching, lunging forward as if to attack, but merely using that as a ploy to scare the Apceros into ignoring his friend. If he needed to, he'd rush over and help Scrap get back up, keeping them both away from the giant herbivore's attacks if possible; otherwise, he'd keep drawing its attention with his angry vocalising, hopefully ensuring it'd be too scared of him to realise it could go for the fallen Jaggi.