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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Likewise, I apologise for being late to post. I believe I said privately, but I realised I was majorly burning myself out on RPs, and consequently have dropped all of them but this one and a few others. I do plan to get an update out for this evening or sooner, to wit, so hopefully I can come up with something that makes up for the tardiness on my end.

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

Alexa could swear the room had turned into naught but a sea of whispers and endless eyes at some point, for all the nobility looked to her, gestured at her.

She really didn't have much else to observe on the matter. At some point between her decision to stay and the leave called upon them by Sister-Celestian Victorine, her mind decided it'd rather not remember the majority of the event, even though she was nonetheless conscious and somewhat functional. She could safely note, though, that of the nobles who had said anything at all about the resurrected girl, none had any useful, concrete information. Perhaps they ought to have left after all. Then again, they'd... she'd... almost certainly made the Order of the Transfixed Saint look pathetic. No, no, no, they'd never say that was so, not the nobles nor her fellow Sisters, but surely they'd believe they were weak, she was weak, by dint of her own flaws showing through.

She considered flogging herself for a while before falling to slumber. Instead, once she had all but torn the outfit given to her away and replaced it with her usual robes, only a minor alleviant of the tightness around her torso, her frantic mind dragged her to the dataslates of the local medical bay for some light reading.

Technically, it was the position of the Orders Famulous, the Thrice-Fold Tongue her own order's sister sect in that regard, to receive the teachings necessary both to maintain the faith of the nobility and monitor them for corruption - but it was also not unheard of for somebody to fall into the hands of a Hospitaller, only to fall into the custody (however short-lived) of the Sororitas when it was learned there was some subtle corruption in them. Records were kept of these events, signs to bear witness to, especially in those who seemed outwardly untouched by the ravages of Chaos, and Alexa forced herself to browse through them, slate by slate. Odd behaviour. Twitching or uncommon stillness. Tongues, of course. Naturally, what differences there were to non-Chaotic illnesses of the physiology. Internal mutations. Prayers under their breath, at times, in particular with no sign of the Aquila held or made. Even subtle things like too intense a glare or a glance pretended away from...

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Or perhaps she only dreamt of reading up on these symptoms, for she awoke the next morning face down on a table, distinctly recalling finding nothing of the sort in the civilian medbay. Yes, that was right. She'd only meant to look through the local logs for information on odd patients, using her own mind to reference the symptoms of corruption, and at some point, she'd clearly lost consciousness and imagined she was looking through such a secretive database.

...oh dear. She'd fallen asleep in a medical office. Apologising profusely to the head of staff for the inconvenience ("None whatsoever, I promise! I'd never deny a resting place to one of the Emperor's finest!" And yet, the matter concerned the Hospitaller long after the fact), she returned to her room, caught up on the flogging she'd proposed to herself last night for about fifteen minutes whilst praying vigorously for forgiveness, abluted herself of the aftermath, then- with servitor assistance, an unusual but reasonable enough affair- finally returned to wearing her power armour and all the associated gear, the constricting space a blessing that at last, paradoxically, allowed her heartrate to slow and her breathing to slow after most of a night of forcibly-repressed hyperventilation.

And the lack of decent rest chose then to strike her, as did the soreness from sleeping on her cheekbone with her back bent over. Not to mention the self-flagellation. Her morning meal consisted of a few of the various leftovers from last night's reverie, and a hefty dose of recaf that set her pulse racing in all the wrong ways again. At least it let her function somewhat normally. By the time she felt ready to present herself to the governor's emissary as instructed, helmet firmly on even with its faulty, aggressive vox, the average person almost couldn't tell she had been up half the night doing research.

And by contrast, Sister Dominica was exceptionally eager to meet the revived farmgirl. Would that Alexandra herself could be so optimistic; realistically, Sister Lisbeth was setting herself up for disappointment. But, optimism was hardly a bad thing under most circumstances. And if she was right, well... though nobody else would be able to see it, Alexa forced herself to smile. Yes, this was going to go well. She would believe it was going to go well. She had to believe it would.

Emperor, may you show us the way. If this girl is truly one of yours, make it clear that she has received your divine blessing, or else let it be known that she is befouled by the taint of the Warp that we might purify that taint posthaste. In your name, we march ever onward.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

It's powerful! It's a bit far off from the rest of the Stands in the group in terms of ability, but that doesn't make it bad necessarily. I suppose I'd want the effect to run out in a short while, and have a visual representation of the place it struck, like (part 6 Stand).

@ManyThings

That seems like a reasonable assessment. I will make note that as a close-range power Stand in a group of largely support Stands, 「Ten Thousand Fists」 being immediately more devastating seems like it'd be a given, but I will add in those changes to balance it out, and probably make a note too that the effects would also dissipate if a target is a substantial distance away from the Stand, maybe ten or twenty meters.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Technically, the group also needs healing, I'm noticing. Arguably, this Stand would be capable of offering it. Depends on how Araki we want to go with a particular notion of its usage, is all.

Ten Thousand Fists of Powerful Justice! (WIP)

Name: Phil Jaegger
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance:

Sample images of a true hero and also badass good guy

History
A summary of their life up to this point. Should include current lifestyle.

Personality
A paragraph or so ought to do it. I'd like to know both what kind of impression they give off, as well as how they feel deep down.

Abilities
For things beyond using a Stand. Combat skill and other supernatural things can be included and expanded upon here. This section can be removed for people whose only major ability is Stand use.

Stand
Name: 「Ten Thousand Fists」
Namesake: Ten Thousand Fists, a 2005 song released on the album of the same name by the band Disturbed.
Appearance: 「Ten Thousand Fists」 is truly a Stand that stands out from the rest. Its entire body is composed of tesselating isoceles triangles that reflect and almost amplify the light that lands on them in colours akin to those of the six primary chakras, down to its eyes being a pair of wide triangular sunglasses akin to those of its owner (albeit in magenta rather than black), and its mouth being full of sharp pointed teeth. Whilst it has legs, these tend to be crossed over one another as if in meditation; instead of walking, it hovers over the ground when manifested, and nine arms extend from its body in corresponding colours - an arm from each temple, a pair of regular arms with another pair directly below these, another at the solar plexus, and two more three-jointed arms coming round from the lower spine and coccyx. These in fact correspond with nine of the sefirah of the Kaballah, with Keter and Da'at conspicuous for their absence to those who make the connection.
Personality: 「Ten Thousand Fists」 does not have a personality in and of itself, but it does reflect its user's own desire for people to unify with one another and share their strength - and, more coercively, to be the center of attention as often as possible.
Type: Close-range humanoid.

Destructive Power: A
Speed: A
Range: E
Durability: B
Precision: A
Developmental Potential: D

Ability: When 「Ten Thousand Fists」 strikes a surface, be it a tap or a full-blown punch, it can apply force to that surface as often as its user wishes for up to fifteen seconds afterwards or until the user moves more than fifteen meters away from the surface in question. More specifically, impact points are marked with a random chakra lotus, and any given lotus can expulse additional "strikes" into the surface beyond the initial impact, with up to the same frequency and force the Stand could normally manifest. In practice, this means that every individual punch it makes that finds its mark can be repeated for the next fifteen seconds with incredibly high frequency and force, all focused on one spot and without interrupting the Stand's other attacks, which naturally has its benefits in a fight.
However, this does not need to be applied so liberally, and a given impact point can have blows repeated at lower strength to, for instance, direct somebody to move their head or limbs in a certain direction, or indeed apply something akin to ultrasound to an area or a specific point on a living being for a variety of both harmful and therapeutic effects.

I can't finish Phil himself off right now, but commentary on the power would be much appreciated.

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Alright, I know I'm here a little bit late, but I did actually have an idea for a Stand that's caught my mind, semi-specifically based on how nobody here seems to be into that whole "fighting" thing. Would @ManyThings mind if I wrote up a sheet for potential future use? I don't mind if it never gets used here, I just want to get it down so that it's present.

The Fumes of War

The Totally Legitimate Nation of...

Churachaca

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|Geography:|

|Geographical Location of Country:| Churachaca is located in the South of the Western landmass of Idiea, bordering the Matamoto League's land in that region, but mostly running a substantial distance up along the Western border of the landmass.
|Country Size:| Churachaca seems to cover a fairly large distance, but it is much longer than it is wide, and surprisingly large swathes of land go unoccupied within it due to their unique nature. As such, the actual area it occupies is less than one might expect, and the area that might be considered important to the cities as a whole is even more limited.
|Cities:| Self-explanatory, I hope. Important cities, basically.
|Natural Resources:| Being a totally legitimate nation with both port and inland cities and towns, Churachaca's various city-states can often be found trading a variety of goods with both each other and other countries beyond Churachaca's borders. Inland cities are likely to trade in rare lumber, tropical fruit, and tobacco, whilst port cities mostly specialise in local fish of various sorts and the farming of alpacas for wool, and a few blessed cities are lucky enough to be able to profit from both aspects. That being said, it's an open secret that people in the landlocked cities often hunt the beasts of the rainforest to sell as "bush meat" to purveyors of exotic flavours, whilst port-cities have a nasty habit of harbouring pirates as they sell on both loot and slaves from distant regions. But obviously, Churachaca's "government" would never condone such behaviour, and has no affiliation whatsoever with such villains themselves.

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|People & Culture:|

|Population:| 21,000,000
|Demographics:| The inhabitants of the Churachacan city-states tend to have slight variances in features depending on where they are from, but as a general rule are not dissimilar to the natives within the rainforests of the region: olive-skinned with a tendency toward lighter skin tones further North, wide eyes ranging from black to dark green in colour, dark brown or black hair hair, and generally lean builds when maintaining a healthy weight, barring natural muscular variances. One of the main differences between the tribal groups within the area and Churachacan city- or town-dwellers is that their colouring is, in general, somewhat chalkier given the greater degree of shelter during the day, and their eyes have developed to be a bit narrower for the presence of light sources such as gas torches; naturally, this and their technological advantages lead most Churachacans to consider themselves superior to their "uncivilised" counterparts, at best considering the tribals in need of education, and at worst seeing them as creatures in human shape, though as a general rule the city-states in the past have tended to collaborate with the tribesmen rather than murdering them, only beginning to get exceptionally uppity due to the pseudo-protection the current generations have had from other nearby cities.
|Government:| What is the way your country is ruled. This can be anything from an absolutist democracy or theocratic dictatorship to a democratic republic. All up to you.
|Ruler:| Current leader of your country, or leadership in the case of a senate/group of people.
|Volksgeist:| The inherent spirit of the nation as a whole is rather difficult to define - mostly because the nation is hardly "whole" to begin with. The closest one could get to such a spirit is "leverage one's advantages", or perhaps "exploit others' weaknesses"; the people of many cities are inclined toward doing as their government does, and attempting in most situations to eke out as many little advantages for themselves as they can from as many sources as they can, even if the disadvantages stack up excessively. More pertinently, though, cooperation is seen as a major factor in survival, even if accompanied by a little skulduggery to make sure you specifically benefit most. After all, "When you cut down a tree alone, and get flattened by it, nobody can be sure you ever lived to start."
|Religion:| How prominent is religion in the country, and which faith(s) do they worship?

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|History:|

Give me something meaty to work with here.

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|Armed Forces:|

Be prepared to write a lot. I’m leaving this fairly open to what you guys want to do, but I want at LEAST infantry arms, premiere vehicles, navy/airforce details, military uniforms, organisational structure, etc, etc, etc. This is an RP heavily based around combat, after all.

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|People of Interest:|

POV characters. A short description as well. Feel free to update this as you want to.

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|Starting Tech:|

You start with four points to spread out throughout the tech tree. Each point equals a single box, and you can invest them any way you'd wish.

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Worlds of Disney

Emperor Kuzco

Oh boy, he talked back to his superior. He shouldn't have done that. And, yep, there it went. The horse sat on him. Ahaha... Kuzco did quash his smile after a moment, considering that... well, he wasn't hurt, so that was fine. But hey, they were getting clothes! Neat.

'Uh, can we make that two more of each?' he called to the soldiers as they left. 'I have a chef, and another guy... he's not here right now, but he'll be back.' Yeah, Kronk would need some clothes. The whole vest dealie was cool, but his arms weren't covered. Everyone else here had completely covered arms and legs, and he didn't quite know what their problem with uncovered arms and legs was, but... where was Kronk, anyway? And...

...did- did Phoebus only notice the talking lizard now? Dragon, actually, as he made very clear. Heh, dang it, he was just so small and funny! And, of course, it was tragic, even more so that he'd apparently convinced himself he'd always been a dragon... buuut there were worse things he could be. Like a llama, or a bunny. Heuegueh.

Speaking of things that actually mattered, both Merry-da and Mulan made good points. If the lady in armour's money was no good, then neither would Kuzco's, and if they stood around all night, those clothes would probably get back before- oh hey, the clothes came back! In like half a minute.

'Huh. Fast workers,' he mused, gesturing for his guards to start taking some clothes, and grabbing a pair of hose for himself to... well, he'd put those on shortly, when there were a bunch of strangers watching him. 'But yeah, I could do with some of that, uhh, coin exchange,' he admitted. 'You know, just in case I run out of, uhm, supplies.' Not that he was in danger of that, not at all! Though he really wasn't used to living rough like this. Sure, he'd been out of his palace a bit in the past couple of years, but that wasn't rough rough. Sitting in a palaquin, being carried along by alpacas? That was living rough. Oh, were there jungle hermits? Gosh, he could only imagine how gross that would be. An image of a talking fly being violently devoured by a spider entered his mind, and he shuddered violently. Nope, not going back to that memory.

Meanwhile, the alpacas took long, bored looks at the three large creatures that seemed to mimic their shapes somewhat. What dull fur textures they had, however, at least one of them probably thought. They looked stubbly, and there was nothing to pull on at all, except the long smooth hair on their neck and in place of their tails, loose things with no structure to them, not at all like the alpaca's own luxuriously soft curls that covered their frames so totally. And they had bipeds on their backs. How pathetic those large creatures were. Then they went right back to eating grass, because they were hungry and really didn't care to express their opinions too much to strange beasts.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

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

Alas, they had not escaped the scene without a fight. A false alarm had been raised by Cahreli's test-firing, something Roxanne intended to take her to task over once they had returned to the station, especially considering how close it had been to injuring one of the other operatives. This, unfortunately, left most in the ship not expecting a fight. Truthfully, Roxanne herself had been expecting to escape the planet unscathed, too; she was merely more capable of being prepared for the aftermath than the organics on board.

All said and done, once the transport capsule had finished crashing, nobody other than Eileen was in the best condition to handle continued operations. Or rather, they had yet to respond in sufficient manner to preserve their own lives. The transport ship's systems weren't critical, yet, but the engines were burning. An explosion risk, potentially harmful to pilots if they remained.

'All agents evacuate the transport capsule,' she proclaimed, not so much yelling as stating much more forcefully than usual. Naturally, this came shortly after Eileen's announcement, and right before she broke a hole in the transport's side. Roxanne followed on after her, performing her own scans and ultimately spying the rogue mech. It was, of course, evident that this mech was the rogue, as it was not only undocumented, but of highly non-standard design.

And it had released drones. These would likely prove to amplify the rogue mech's threat, if left unchecked. Thus, whilst Eileen engaged the rogue mech proper, Roxanne hovered away from the crashed transport, orienting her mech to face one of the drones - and then, after some modest calculations, unleashing a flurry of plasma bolts from the four smaller emitters on its torso, the intent to force the drone to move in a certain pattern, that could then be taken advantage of to guarantee damage and probable destruction. And if successful, the process would be repeated with each subsequent drone, at least as long as Roxanne remained uninterrupted.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Maceroy Falthon

<Understood. See you there, sweetie; I'll either be in the courtyard out front or in my usual room for Bio.> Maceroy's phone returned to its pocket, and he stepped out of the still-unoccupied alleyway, once again covered up by his shirt, with seemingly nobody the wiser. Of course, if he'd seen somebody snooping around, he'd simply have dropped in in full exoskeleton, nabbed the shirt, and scarpered to a less occupied alleyway, perhaps closer to the school.

Speaking of which, it took him a few minutes more and a slight detour to make it seem like he'd taken the scenic route, but he eventually approached the school's entrance, whistling as though he had not a care in the world, and only glancing quizzically toward whatever police presence had made itself known. By now, his classroom was probably devoid of students, but it was worth taking the time to double-check, just in case. If they were there, he could begin teaching now; if they weren't, he could nonetheless wait out front for Evelyn. And he was curious to know what her big news was, anyway.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Pretty good, pretty good. All's well on my end of things, generally speaking.