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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

@Old Amsterdam@ProPro
Though he at first nodded along agreeably with Leonard’s statements, the eyes of the not-quite-confidence-empowered Stand user widened with realisation of what Leonard implied, his Stand fading entirely in the process. After a moment of thought, consideration if you would about his possible future paths in life, Bugsy’s nodding intensified, though it was more of an awkward head-lolling.

‘Well, yes- I mean, you know, no- I mean, uh... I won’t be, you know, that sort of guy, right?’ Bugsy over-clarified rapidly, that false confidence clearly balking once faced with a contentious challenge, at least for now. ‘The sort of guy who uh, you know, doesn’t do bad things. I’m going down the straight and narrow from now on, is what I’m saying. I’ll become the cliff like Blue said, or at least stick to being a regular old square even if doing what I love doesn’t go the way it ought to! The squarest square who ever squared, because you know what? It’s hip to be square!’ This last statement was punctuated with a light gasp, and the muttered phrase ‘Ohh, that’s actually a really good name for him...’ with no further context.

‘Uhh. Okay, so that’s settled,’ Bugsy concluded. ‘So are you just gonna leave now, or do I go with you wherever? Because if not, I mean...’ It took him another couple of moments to consider whether he really ought to say what he was going to say next, but eventually head-lolled assuredly and asked ‘I wanna get your numbers. You two know what you’re talking about, obviously, and I reckon you might want updates on how things go for me, right?’

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

A.L.M.A. Unit "Roxanne"

It seemed Jenny was alright. And so was Eileen. In that case, it appeared Roxanne didn't need to intervene. Of course, it quickly became evident that this wasn't the case, as Jenny first drew Cahreli's ire, and then Cahreli in turn drew Fellicia's; Ray's intervention made Roxanne's own intervention unnecessary, though, so she left the situation be, simply staying put for the time being.

And then the Hive arrived. As they took stock of the situation, Rose directed her workers to assist - Hyacinth comforted Ray, who seemed to be saddened by the argument; Tulip and Daffodil greeted Jenny cheerily; and Lavender, rather than helping, simply wandered around the room. Rose, meanwhile, approached Roxanne, asking what exactly was going on, to which Roxanne responded as follows:

'Ray and I have a mission to deliver to all students. This will be better elaborated upon once the entire student body is present to listen. Jenny's movement through the mess hall has disrupted the layout of the tables. Cahreli has confronted Jenny about the table disruption. Fellicia has confronted Cahreli about her behaviour, climbing Jenny's frame and using her quills to silence her and draw her attention. Ray is attempting to settle the situation, and seems to be on the verge of crying as a result. You and the rest of the Hive have arrived, and you have directed your drones to help settle the situation. I would elaborate on how, but you are already aware of what each is doing. How are you all feeling today?'

It could be extremely boring, listening to Roxanne talk for long periods of time with as little inflection as she did. She had, however, addressed Rose's question, relaying the situation as exactly as it was plausible to.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189
*reads January 5th*

*looks at date*

oh

@Gardevoiran

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Little Owl Cafe --> PRT HQ

Alessa wasn’t sure how much of her speech had been heard by whom, and she did hope Elliot would agree, but it was nice to see that at least Evelyn and Lily were in agreement: they needed to meld more, and with that in mind, they should probably focus on their mission first. Collin and his contact needed to be dealt with.

...actually, it occurred to her as she received the response text back from Decoy, maybe the two ideas can work together.

Her back and forth with Decoy was fairly solid, and sorted out a framework for the actual plan. Once that was sorted out, she sent a group text to the other Wards, informing everybody of the actual plan, and reminding them how tantamount silence on the matter was now that they were starting to draw back toward the HQ. Entering through the back entrance was a simple enough affair, and sensible given the circumstances; once they were all in, they made their way to the Wards HQ, Alessa in particular making small talk with Lillian about their relationship, and making a more concerted effort to say some stuff to Elliot in order to try and approach him emotionally, rather than leaving him feeling like he was unapproachable.

‘Okay, guys, I’ve been thinking,’ she uttered pleasantly as they began to enter their section of the building. Faking genuine emotion was simple enough, when one had practiced disguising their voice for an alternate identity for a year and a bit - and, of course, when that emotion was already present to some extent anyway. ‘We had our discussion about how we need to be more cohesive as a team, and I thought it’d take longer to come up with a starting point, but I’ve had an idea already. Ladies and gentlemen,’ she announced with quite a bit of excitement, ‘I think it might be high-time we took a hike around Red Rocks Park. Just us five, no costumes or missions or anything, as soon as we're all ready to go today. What do you guys think? Because I think we need a break from that stress, you know, it can't be helping how we interact with one another.’

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Airport

Raymond ignored the emergency situation in concourse A, after a brief scan. It didn’t matter, if the parahuman who’d caused it wasn’t directly there, though he made brief mention of it in the Jacks’ comms. No, finding the Cape would be tantamount to solving this issue.

After a few moments, he laid eyes on them: a gaudy green fixture within concourse B, seemingly moving, though it was hard to tell. Drawing his weapon and switching to assault rifle form, he had the scope on his helmet flip down, scoping in to-

...or not. Apparently, he couldn’t use his power at that precise moment. Odd, very odd. Promptly, he reported in: ‘Suspect sighted in concourse B. My power isn’t functioning properly at the moment, so I’d advise all Jacks and as many other people as possible converge on the area. I’ll keep you up to tabs on their location.’ In the meantime, Raymond chose to glance around at the rest of the airport from his position, his gaze returning to concourse B every few seconds to make sure the green geist wasn’t going anywhere too quickly. Maybe they could teleport, or maybe the one he’d initially seen was just an illusion, along with much of the damage being dealt? He couldn’t say without proper intel.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

A.L.M.A. Unit "Roxanne"

It wasn't Roxanne's place to debate the nature of any filing systems Ray came up with. However, she did say 'You are welcome, Ray,' once she'd finished that statement. She'd established that other beings did indeed say that in response when thanked, though contrariwise, most did not pose in an exaggerated manner when announcing where they were headed, so Roxanne didn't either.

A lot of people might have been a bit embarrassed or put off by Ray's lack of filter. The chassis she mentioned was technically intended for "pleasure and leisure", though its design was intended as a means to acquire and store sexual fluids, as well as to deposit them for the purposes of testing impregnation of monstergirls with human children. So far, the testing on that front had been somewhat inviable, but for the purposes of interacting with other monstergirls in any sense beyond academy business, the chassis was entirely functional. Of course, lacking the same taboos about sexual discussion as a human or monstergirl might, Roxanne simply nodded along with Ray's rambling, uttering 'A new set of clothing might be nice' as somewhat of a platitude when she mentioned frilly outfits. Not that her specific clothing mattered much to her.

And then they encountered Jenny. As always, Ray was stunned by the size of the girl as if for the first time. Twenty meters tall, with substantial mass to accompany that height, and forever forced to wander through the halls of the academy at a slight crouch, at best. Perhaps she would be better suited to a non-enclosed environment, given that even the academy's holdings left her in a somewhat problematic situation.

Nonetheless, Roxanne walked past her, dispassionately uttering 'Greetings, Jenny. How are you feeling today? If you need help moving through the doorway, please ask.' It might have come over as a tad rude just for the tone, but the first two statements were intended to be smalltalk of the sort others might engage in, and the latter was entirely sincere. Roxanne wasn't designed to be insincere, or at least hadn't encountered insincerity enough to suggest that it was something a large number of people engaged in.

'Greetings, Eileen. How are you feeling today?' To the Valstrax, the same greeting in the same tone that the Lao-Shan Lung had received. It was a very suitable way of saying hello to people, Roxanne believed, conveying all the necessary concern for others one might need to to show one was interested in their emotions. That, she'd found, was something a lot of people saw a lot of value in.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - Out to Picture

Well, Sment went did no wording, so I'll just have to dote myself. I've got the Divine Purpose, he has the good tools to good timing with, and now they went to moving to places in sneaking format, with full sneaks on the sneak snlevel, there where he the they he goes to find Marionetees.

They're going to see you Dumbass! You should leave Fool!

Divine Purpose is too good. It leads to place. He was in with a chance, and he went in with a no seen sight seeing tour, and got a pen and drew it on the nearest paper. Better than Park's, though, probably, and it was just a gunnon which did have crossed out. Then when he did that, he left, and gone went to the next place, but retained the penteler. Where Marines are, he is also there, secret drawing a crossed cannon. A cross cannon with crossed. It is crossed out. Sometimes maybe is Smee instead.

Those Looked Really Good, Dirk! You Should Think About Becoming An Artist!

They'll never understand what you're saying, you waste. Or better yet, they'll all figure it out, and blow the plan into the water.

Shut.

That'd be a good way for your disgusting backside to die, too.

SsssHUTT.

If I could, I'd kill you.

There started to get annoyed grumbel from Dirk's mouth, as he tried to shutt. Tri-ing to shutt Derek. He can't. No Derek. Stop it.

I'd go ahead and KILL ALL YOUR SO-CALLED FRIENDS too, if they even count as friends YOU ARE ALONE SCUM

'Ggggnhhrhrhghghghghhnfahghrrtrtsdtfsd.' He needed to not do that right now. Being angery would mean he can't make the Divine Purpose work. It won't work if he doesn't go fsat, and there I couldn't achieve the top place if I'm not noting note places of the links of people's places. It has to be this there then Divine Purpose needs to keep up. Shush. Hsuuush.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

@Old Amsterdam@ProPro
As Bugsy looked over the slip of paper, a distinct gleam entered his eyes. Yeah... yeah, it was probably just a feel-good sort of thing, but in a way, he was feeling more confident already! Confident enough that when Leonard asked him about whether he had some being he could summon, bolstered by Blue’s words of supplication regarding who Leonard was, he grinned, and the being from earlier immediately emerged from his body, new to Leonard, and more detailed for Laurie.

It turned out that only half of its body was white, the other side a bright red colour, though the newly-visible arm and fingers matched its counterpart in being composed of segmented balloon rings and confetti, as did its legs. Its face, rather than being explicitly revealed, was more of a mask - the mask of comedic embodiment seen so often in theatre productions, in fact, embodying Bugsy’s aspirations and his image up to this point to a tee.

It was only after the Stand had been summoned that Bugsy’s grin faltered. ‘Huh. That’s weird,’ he muttered quietly. ‘Normally he doesn’t come out unless...’ Even as his voice trailed off, the image of the Stand began to flicker, seeming like it’d fade with a whimper rather than any dramatic flair in very short order.

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@knifeman@LemonZest1337@Lugubrious
A few minutes of driving later, and the duo in the van found their way to the park Mieke was stationed in. A few more minutes of walking after that, despite onlookers questioning under their breath whether an alligator should be allowed to wander around freely like that, and the duo became a trio, Arthur and Hogan encountering the easily-upset girl as she listened to her podcast. Evidently, they had plenty to talk about - and it turns out a bench is a great place to talk about things.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

@Lmpkio At least one MH character is a good twenty meters tall, so doing a massive monstergirl in the shape of Godzilla isn't exactly implausible.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

A.L.M.A. Unit "Roxanne"

'Nutrient paste increased nine percent. Growth hormone increased two percent. Saline decreased eleven percent.'

The announcements, emitted from separate speakers with a far smoother artificial output than Doctor Osborne's, were mere formalities, for each process was initiated almost before the doctor had finished requesting them. Within the mainframe, Roxanne's mind was at its broadest in one sense, and its narrowest in another - each machine, each switch, every electrical spark within the laboratory, moved and flipped and empowered at Roxanne's command, and yet the vast majority of the devices within lacked advanced sensors of any sort. Some visual sensors showed when Doctor Osborne was taking the reins - a new expression for her, since she'd only truly figured out metaphors some weeks ago - but otherwise, she'd feel nothing physical even if the entire laboratory exploded with her mind trapped in it.

Not that she couldn't take another body and leave whenever she felt like it. However, she didn't feel like it. Managing the procedures the doctor needed help with was, for want of a better word, stimulating for her, in a way that simply working on just the one task in a more humanoid form couldn't hope to be. Losing focus wasn't an issue, tiring out wasn't an issue, and so keeping an entire laboratory of vat-grown humans in check was a task that yielded a unique sort of pleasure for her. "Her". A strange way to think of herself given her technical lack of physical sex, but every other being around aside from Doctor Osborne was female, and even the doctor himself lacked the majority of his body, including the genitalia necessary to reproduce with.

That said, whilst she couldn't lose focus, she'd developed a habit of waiting for orders, something the doctor had been trying to break her of for a long time. Thus, it wasn't until he told her to lock down the faulty filter coil- one that had been noticed and ignored for several minutes now, since it wasn't a major enough fault to ping any systems until several seconds before- that she took action in that regard, first limiting its output, then isolating it from the rest of the system, and lastly turning it off entirely, announcing each step accordingly. Internal devices would shortly disgorge the coil for replacement, at which point the circuit could be reintroduced to the system to resume normal functionality.

However, she wouldn't be around for it. She had to introduce the new students to the school alongside Ray, which would leave the automated system behind to do any further work for her. Competent enough, certainly, for an unintelligent device, but any and all changes to the proceeding work would need to be enacted by Doctor Osborne - not that he couldn't do so, as he was already beginning to show. With the doctor handling the matter accordingly, Roxanne focused, and absconded from her faceless form.

And opened her eyes, blinking and twitching slightly as the sensors and servos of her base humanoid chassis adjusted to account for current working conditions. Once recalibration was completed and all potential issues were ruled out, Roxanne stepped out of her storage container, examining the laboratory's systems for any obvious issues- none found, as she had been well aware just before exiting it- as she walked over to Ray's office. The slime girl was having trouble finding the information she needed - "Where did she leave the information about new classes?"

Grabbing a sheath of loose papers without any fresh slime on them, Roxanne quickly filed through the stack, each page's content scanned immediately as the previous one went to the back of the pile, until every page had been processed, and all but two were neatly tapped into a perfect rectangle and placed upon Ray's desk. The last two, with the information about the new classes on both sides of each sheet, were handed to the slimegirl.

'Here is the information you require,' Roxanne politely informed Ray. Where the speakers of her mainframe form were just that, the systems behind her voice modulation in humanoid states were far more complex, allowing for much more natural-sounding speech. One could hardly tell the vocal cords generating the noise were made of biometallic steel. 'We must proceed to the mess hall now. We do not want to be late.'