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A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Maceroy Falthon

Ugh. Blorb again. Why was it that that guy kept managing to harass the academy? Why did he even feel the need to do so? You'd think somebody would have put him away by now. And yeah, there was a good chance at least some students would take it to mean they could just ignore his classes... though it'd give him an excuse to actually take a break from his three hour non-stop work morning.

On the other hand, though, as a secret superhero with secret superpowers, he was in fact obliged to assist with the problem in some form. That was the sort of commitment he made when he started doing this gig; just going home because the villain was a pest at worst was no excuse. And besides, if he didn't show up to his lectures, what sort of teacher was he?

I'll be in, at least for a bit, he texted back. Might take a scenic route, though, just until Blorb's gone. Pretty sure that I don't want to get involved with his nonsense. Straight lie: he was going to get directly involved, and he was going to be disguised whilst he did it. Finding a convenient alleyway to duck into unnoticed, he stepped out of the main street to move several meters down the alley, then removed his jacket, shirt, and tie, and held on to them for a moment, just long enough to finally stretch his wings out from his back with a satisfied groan. Goodness, it was nice to stretch them out... he didn't quite notice the discomfort folding them away offered until it was gone. It was unnatural that he could do it to begin with, of course it was. But it was convenient. Maybe he ought to figure out how to remove even that discomfort, though.

He hung his removed clothing from the corner of the nearby metal wall steps as he took flight. The emergency stairs. The concept of external stairs was odd for a man who could fly, let alone stairs for the sake of escaping a burning building, but it was a necessity for regular humans. Another of the oddities of living in a human-dominated society that he'd been forced to get used to. He feared he'd never get used to the idea of not flying as often as he liked, though - there was nothing else like it, and unlike his daughter, Maceroy didn't need (or want? He hadn't quite sorted that one out yet) to make himself highly visible to do so. He could soar on his wings, let the breeze caress his bare upper body... all without being particularly obvious to anybody who might happen to look up in his direction. Perfection.

And yet, something that never lasted long enough. It wouldn't take very long to reach the college, and he was sure Blorb would be an obvious presence once he arrived. Then would come the second step of the heroics...

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Airport

Ah, perfect. Now his power was working on the man. No time to waste, then.

Target: Green-cloaked man in powered armor. Headshot, induce unconsciousness. No permanent-

FUCK! God damn bastard vanished, and so far as Raymond could tell, he wasn’t coming back this time. In his place, there remained a small green orb, with a blinking LED on it... he didn’t know what exactly it was, but there was an immediate likelihood: Bomb.

Target: Unknown device. Destroy explosive trigger as primary target, destroy other major components as secondary targets, do not detonate. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.

The device was reduced to shrapnel and destroyed electronics before Jason finished his sentence, and Headhunter only caught the latter half of his sentence after scoping out. ‘It’s dealt with, hopefully,’ he muttered back. ‘Hopefully, we haven’t lost the scientist again, though.’ He’d be damn sure he was ready to shoot the fucker if he made the mistake of showing up again... but the prospect of that happening, he felt, was probably quite low.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

Louis pondered for a moment each person’s report. Laurie and, of course, Hogan remained quiet, though the crocodile evidently disapproved of the retrieved man’s blathering as much as Louis did, and neither Leonard nor Arthur had any further statements of their own to offer either. Mieke, however, had her own offering to consider. A troupe of performers with a couple of Stand users in their act... and she’d just started to tap into her own ability, too, albeit accidentally.

‘Fascinating, fascinating.’ The director scratched his chin thoughtfully, otherwise mostly stationary. ‘And it seems we have a convenient time and place to catch them at, too. Getting that down was well-considered on your part, Mieke; information is king, no matter whether one is a Stand user or not. That being said, I believe you all have your next mission target - if two of these Crue Brothers are Stand users,’ he suggested, ‘then it’s a safe bet that the other one is too, or else has some association with the world of Stands. I’ll have tickets purchased for you all in due course, and you can head to the show in question whenever you feel you’re ready to do so within the week.’ Of course, if they had any other suggestions for how to confront the brothers, that’d be up to them to discuss amongst themselves; otherwise, they would have at least a few hours free to handle their affairs.

Murder for Fun and Profit: Mercenaries in London

Jan Valley

'Oi, mate,' Jan called out, evidently unimpressed by the speaker's over-simplification of words, 'we ain't dippy. We know wot those words mean, bruv.' Anyway, the mission seemed simple: stick the thermite to the lock, make sure nobody knocked it off before the lock melted, then find the servers and nick them. Jan could do that just fine.

'Yeah, tha's cool, though,' Jan proclaimed lightly, adding 'An' it'll be easy as fer me, since I 'ave all these guns 'ere an' all!' to try and entice somebody to purchase a weapon from them. Somebody always needed a new gun, and Jan wasn't one to avoid an opportunity when it arose.

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

Well. Sister Lisbeth was, at least, enjoying the scenery. Though with that said, most of the rest of the party seemed as uncomfortable with this situation as Alexa did, albeit in their own ways; even Sister-Celestine Victoria was rather absent from the conversation, though Alexa wasn't exactly proving herself best in that regard either. Paying attention to all others' reactions was as much as she could do to distract from her own poor mood, and even then she could feel her hands wringing over themselves and her tool glove repeatedly, despite forcing them back to her sides again and again.

Ultimately, she found a focus for her distraction in the form of the Confessor's smuggled weaponry. On the one hand, she felt somewhat vexed that not only had he done other than asked, but that he was essentially allowed it with little reprimand from Governor Diokletion... not, more reasonably, that the governor could do anything about it even if he wished to. Besides which, a store of weapons was probably sensible to have to hand, just in case enemies ambushed them, and they all required a means of defending themselves.

Then came Sister Victorine's query. Mingle and ask about the girl, or leave and find their own answers. And every mortal nerve in Alexa's body wanted to say, so eagerly, that they ought to make haste away from there. It would be sooo easy... but, alas, the Emperor did not reward ease. He rewarded those who cleaved to his will - and his will had brought them this far already, had it not? Despite Alexa's petty physical reaction, she by all rights had to do as the Emperor bid them.

'I'd stay, Sister,' she managed to squeak out, her voice tiny and nearly inaudible over the crowd, but for their current proximity to one another. There, she'd mustered her strength and made her choice. But... was it strange, some part of her pondered, that she didn't feel especially strong at that point, despite having forced her fears aside? Actually, she rather felt like there was a vice on her chest, compressing her response ever more acutely. It was not pleasant, by any means.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Maceroy Falthon

'I wish,' Maceroy commented, grinning slyly. 'You've always been a speedy girl. Just not quite that fast.' Honestly, he appreciated Evelyn's jokes; they lightened up his day in a way that made things brilliant when they were good, and bearable when they were awful. And speaking of fast, she decided to wolf down breakfast incredibly quickly, didn't she?

'You'll beat it easily, dear,' he said, even as Eve headed off to change her clothes again, leaving Maceroy to his thoughts, and a somewhat more languid meal, though he managed to get most of it finished off by the time Eve returned - in her hero outfit. Oh, he'd said before about going out in civilian clothes, one might argue nagged depending on one's viewpoint, but she never paid attention.

But, she was his baby, in the end. He hugged her back tightly, replying 'Have fun with your day too, Eve,' and watched as- oh come on, the window again? 'We have doors, you know,' he half-joked, but she was already bidding him farewell. All he could do was call out 'Love you too, sweetie!' as she made her escape. Dang it, leaving the building in a hero outfit, leaving via the window, that was how people got caught out. He did try to warn her, he really did. But alas, it was a matter of youthful impetuousness until it happened for real. Until then, he was left alone, to deal with the dishes and prepare for his own day. Three hours of biology in the morning, God... well, "the morning". Officially, lunch started at 1 o'clock, and everything before that was a morning session. Either way, he had about forty five minutes to get to the college for the first of those classes - heck, he should have fifteen minutes or so of time to spare beforehand if he left very soon.

And, soon enough, he did.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

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

Roxanne much preferred it when plans went as intended. Unfortunately, this could not always be so, and it was important to be able to adapt and incorporate any changes as necessary. Lilliana's late arrival was not exceptionally unexpected, and the Automaton expected that Eileen would be able to inform her of their tactical plan. Doctor Chamberlin's presence was less anticipated, but manageable. The further arrival of both a papillon and a vampiric catgirl, however, represented a change in affairs that needed to be actively rectified - especially since Eileen hadn't properly communicated to them what the plan was before jetting off.

By the time the Judge chassis reached the first kilometer mark and paused at it, Roxanne had identified the two new arrivals as Maria Falena and Luna Rawl. She could return to them, but that would be an expenditure of unnecessary resources; instead, she spoke through the group's commlink system, stating bluntly 'Greetings, Lilliana, Doctor Chamberlin, Maria, and Luna. I am A.L.M.A Unit "Roxanne", the designated leader of this drop group. If you are not aware of our mission, it is to retrieve a group of lost personnel from a feral world.' As she spoke, data on the planet would upload itself to the data systems of their respective mechs. 'Our current modus operandi is standard search pattern, kilometer-long steps.' There wasn't any particular warmth or chill to the instructions, merely a statement of intent, and with that conveyed, she followed through on it, turning to the East and beginning her second step of the search protocol.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT HQ

Could things have gone better with Collin? Probably. Could they have gone much, much worse? Oh yes.

Was Protean’s immediate realisation of how things had transpired verging toward a worst-case scenario? Very probably. And... well, he was powerful. She’d never realised just how powerful before now, though - he could move faster than she could see, obliterate any of them with the kinetic energy alone, and even if he couldn’t necessarily dodge light, she had to lock on to him in the first place, and that would be... difficult. At best.

Thankfully, they had their best weapon around in the form of Tulpa’s projection. And what a projection it was! It’d even recharge Alessa’s own power, if she touched its energy field, so it was hardly like she was going to run low on juice. On the other hand, if it had to demanifest, there went Evelyn’s support for the next several minutes.

Tiger Lily and Mastar acted in their own ways - Lily heading toward the exit, Alessa imagined to maximise the size she could reach, and Mastar preparing to hurl pieces of herself at Protean, complete with the request to cover her. Cover, cover- yes, that might do. Without hesitation, a ray of energy burst from Alessa’s face, directly toward Protean’s eyes. White, ultraviolet, raw heat - and much stronger than she’d usually implement. All in an effort to burn out the mole’s eyes, and his nose too at that. It wouldn’t be permanent by any means. Just long enough for everyone else’s plans to take root.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Airport

Hm. Go figure he’d still be immune to the others’ attacks, if his own couldn’t find their mark in any way.

...more disconcertingly, a lot of civilians just died gruesomely, in a very short amount of time. He wasn’t exactly unclear on the rules of engagement in war: avoid civilian casualties. His own path to where he now stood wasn’t exactly one that followed the unspoken rules, but he didn’t mindlessly eliminate everyone who posed even a minor threat to him. Though, were they civilians, having stood against the Doctor, even if it wasn’t of their own will?

...Raymond hated moral quandaries. More pertinent, more of a technical problem to wrap one’s head around, was the situation at hand: could he help from here, somehow? Something that could be done to negate the issue in question? Negate... cancelling out... maybe that’d work, since it seemed the villain would be more than capable of wounding Sofia in her phased state? If he could convince everybody to follow along, that was, simple as the plan was.

‘Stop running,’ he muttered through the commlink, keeping his eye on the situation without scoping in for now. ‘Whimsy, see if you can grab on to him directly, or else help somebody else to hit him. Alloy, try to destroy his gadgets, but don’t waste your charge. Chatterbox, keep trying to persuade him to deactivate his phasing. Thunderbolt, if you get a chance, beat him down.’ And as for himself, he’d keep waiting for his moment to take the shot. It wasn’t like he could do anything else for now.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Maceroy Falthon

'Thank you, Eve. And I'm glad you slept well,' Maceroy said, taking a few mouthfuls of food as Eve explained her woes and worries. Poor girl. Her current job was no good for her, and her interview options would probably only be marginally better. Really, what she needed was something that gave her the freedom to do plenty of exercise, as most harpies tended to benefit from- hell, most humans, too- but those were universally either low-paying physical labour, low-paying part-time, or high-end management jobs that didn't need the person in the position to attend to them constantly in order to get as much money as needed. And, well, Eve was 22, so she'd get that sort of job by starting her own business and potentially seeing it succeed. Even Maceroy's position, whilst rather good all-round, was no jaunt when it came to keeping in shape, and he was likely past his own mid-point... damn it, he wanted the best for her, and she was hardly getting the scraps of life.

'I've said it before, I'll say it again: I wish you the best of luck for those letters back,' he responded. 'You deserve better than you've got, and I reckon those companies would be blessed to have you. As for myself, teaching as usual - I have two different biology lectures in a row this morning,' he elaborated, 'and they're both an hour and a half long. At least the afternoon's just one hour of theo-physics.' Theoretical physics, honestly, was his forte, not biology. He did know biology, of course, after many hours spent studying it, long enough to acquire it as a minor, but his true interest had been the hypotheticals and abstracts of existence since he'd first learned about them.

Ironically, the extra information in his head hindered both of those more than it helped, offering explanations and solutions whose processes wouldn't make sense by modern standards even if the entire backlog of human science was injected into his skull. At least, regular human science - he was sure others existed who might have a more developed "missing link" or fifty between the layperson's knowledge and his ability. It was just a matter of finding them. Easy, when one was a bird person forced into hiding from their fellow bird people. Aheheh... bleh.