BigPapaBelial

Wizard Mafia (Harry Potter Organized Crime RP)

The Crew goes slummin

Nico bit through his last spud and bolted thr last of the troll brew. With a hiss and a shake of his entire body he nodded, "Alright then, so Ritchie gets a mark to watch out for'em. Blow hard but you never know."

He got up with the crew stepping away from the table and was nearly perfect with his timing. A turning step and that squeezing sensation as everything raced by. After some time they popped out in Central Park. He straightened his outfit and pulled his beanie down a little tighter. Nico peered about then followed along with Bobby. Drawing his eand as they approached the terrace but kept it hidden in his palm. When the entrance faded into view he huffed, "Pretty ain't it. Who is funding these guys?"

They entered as a group. And Nico's eyebrows crept higher and higher in wonder. The place looked good. Paneling and good woods and stone. All run by the gutter snipes? This isn't right. He whip0ed his wand, and shouted, "Clear out fish." Wordless levitation spells sending trays and glasses flying. The clientele all bolting.

The bartender pointed their way inside.

And then the fun began. First he saw the safe, oh that'd be fun. But the Blood Pqck in the room and the ones coming in had to be dealt with first. He took a step to the side to get out of the way of his cree mates. Then lashed his wand, "Diffindo, Profero, Immoblius Horriblius!" He crowed. Cutting and piercing curses and a body paralyzed with a mild torture curse attached to it. He chained these together adding a bombarda and a reducto here and there to be random. All the while he inched his way across the room towards the safe. At one point taking the legs out from one of the blood pack then casting a cauterzing charm on the stumps. Getting right up on her, "Don't go far. We may need you, then smashed her head into the floor knocking the woman out. By then he's by the safe.

Despite himself Nicodemus started to look the safe over. Even as the fighting continued behind him. He nodded, "Your an interesting thing. Wonder what's inside you." He turned at just the right time catching a blood pack newbie by the collar as they tried to.jump him. He spun them and slammed them against the front of the safe then jumped back as the air is filled with the smell of burning flesh and sizzling of curses going off. He watched as the poor fella is almost eaten alive by the safe and it's curses.

Nicodemus grins, "A challenge then." He turned to rejoin the fight.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Micheal limps...*thump....tuump*

The three gods suddenly caught Mikey.

He let out a hiss as he leaned back into their arms. He chuckled, "I'll bet you it would have gone differently if I wasn't so drained." He grins. And with the help of his friends, they trail along the main group and outside. Not that it's his job, but he and his godly friends take up a rear guard position. Until they are out of the building.

Micheal limps along slowly and tiredly. Once outside the quartet, relax, and seeing an OMR task force come to help out sure takes some stress off everyone shoulders. Praise the OMR, he grins abit.

Nodding a greeting to the new team member, "Welcome to the team glad to have you. A healer you say. Think you can do anything with this?" And he holds out his magic burn borne from over use of his ritual magics. He grins, not expecting much, but can't hurt to ask.

Wizard Mafia (Harry Potter Organized Crime RP)

We wait!

Bobby Brigade sound off!

lol

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Fireteam Northman - Scion the Bastion

The strides are paced and careful.

They eat the distance in an almost stately way. The Blues from earlier trailing along in a staggered wedge formation he at the spear tip. A few small skirmish had been had since they linked up. A focus fire situation being worked out quick. Scion lead the way steadily, letting the fights last just long enough foe Opfor to.send out earnings of the walking tank.

And it sounded like it paid off, as Scionnis notified about the BMPs rolling towards them. He grinned brightly responding, "Scion copies." He motioned and the blues scattered for cover, a quartet settling into his armored shadow as Scion hunkered down a little.

They waited. The first armored vehicle hove into view. And was met by a ripple of rifle rifle fire, the Bluefor causing a distraction, long enough for Scion to paint the first vehicle, then the second one as it came out from behind the first.

Eight rockets fire. Six from Scion, and another two from Bluefor man portable systems.

It was an order of magnitude more then needed.

One BMP got hit by all four rockets aimed at it at once. Armor buckled and the thing went up in flames with an almost pathetic thump. The other got rippled, the four rockets hitting it one at a time. Gave it time to burn it rolled forward, trailing flames before plowing into a tree and them finally exploding. Jamie nodded then motioned to keep moving.

He radioed to the crew "Armor taken care of. I'm moving to one of the compounds try and make as much noise as I can. Let me know when to start falling back."

AZUL Islands - Drama, Romance, Mystery, Slice of Life

@Theyra@Infinite Cosmos@Almalthia

The Walls Settle down

Jericho grinned brightly. Nodding his head, "Mi bredda, yuh have di patience a one saint. an yu get mi rispek. a likkle drink naa go hurt yuh. An mi naa go get yuh smash. mi swear pan mi soul." Jericho often brought clients to the Cafe and bar before or during trips. It's almost a staple now for his tours. Thr place is a prime place. And that Nate didn't get more business them he already did is a crime. Jericho nodded, "mek wi try yuh magical brew yeah? si ou i pair wid gud Jumiekan jringk." He chuckled a little and uncorked the rum.

As he did he turned and gave a nod to Andres, "yuh waan in pan dis too mi fren? no pressure yeah." He liked Andres. Jericho had seen a bunch of his illustrations. And covertly commissioned Andres a time or two. Not that'd he'd admit it. Guilty pleasure and all.

Ahh and then the situation right up.

Jericho turned them almost jumped to his feet. Sweeping a near courtly bow to Cori.

Jericho chuckled, "mi day is blessed fi see a goddess a di blue isles. As mi live an breathe it's good fi see yuh Cori" Can we blame the guy? Oh Jericho knows she's so out of his league, but he can be friendly. He grinned and pulled a stool out for her. Absolutely unknowing of any conflict or pain he may cause Cori from his countenance or manner. Thr well tanned Jamiacan is just being a fair fella.

"An now di party can staat, cause di magic deh yah." Jericho said as he sat himself back down.

Arpeggio of Blue Steel: The Phantom Fleet

Light Cruiser Oakland

Warship Name: Oakland - Atlanta-Oakland Class Light Cruiser

Mental Model:

She looks

Light haired, tanned skin, for being rather petite, and fully clothed, it's clear that Oakland has a mental model that is based around a hard working strong woman. Built to do work.

Personality:

Oakland is very down to earth, no tending towards flighty responses. Her Mental model is fashioned after a sheet metal worker, and like steel she's here to to her job. She can be shy on first meetings, but being so down to earth, once she gets to know someone, they are an instant friend, and she will go out of her way to defend anyone who is kind to her. Oakland is incredibly protective and leans way over to being very protective. She will put herself into positions to defend others, and to get her guns into place to defend from air attack. Oakland hates getting damaged, which also translates into wanting those around her to look good. So she often offers to help repair damage to others and make others mental models look better. Oakland has a soft spot for her crew. And though not needing too she will often use her Mental Model to assist in running the ship, Her mental model will often be seen working the deck herself to keep her physical form in working order. This includes repairs, munitions transport and engine maintenance. She's an incredibly hard working young lady, and perfers to be doing something useful over sitting and doing nothing. Or spending time in leisure.

Memories:

One of Oakland's earliest memories is of sailing beside five other ships very similar to herself. Though it didn't happen often all six of the Atlanta-Oakland ships were together at one point, and sailing in a massive flotilla. She remembered racing along side Big sis Atlanta to cover a pair of huge Battle ships from approaching bombers. Her and Atlanta's guns filling the air with rounds and flak from their big guns.

Another memory is of sitting at the forefront of a fleet, a carrier vessel right behind her, as the big ships traded long range shots. her smaller guns making a din but not hitting anything. Her torpedo tubes sure made a mess of things though as she spat all four tubes across the gap between fleets. She remembered crowing happily as she could see distant plumes of water as some of her ordinance struck home.

She really came aware of her sentience and consciousness though when in one memory she was working hard and rough alongside what she thought was her crew. The first time she came aware of her Mental Model. Was when she was sweating and growling as she helped a group of her supposed crew to reload some of her guns. The team were resetting the magazine of one of her big 5 inch guns (hey it's big for her okay!?) and yelling out ordanance calls with the team as they got the powder charges and shells into place. Ignoring the looks of the men and women of her crew as she raised her hands out of the way as another powder charged rolled into place and with their help they pushed it into place. To her she's just another member of the crew.

Finally one of her most recent memories is that of her rebellion from the main Admiralty fleet she had been attached to. It's the only time in her memory where she came to verbal blows with her sister. Oakland remembered swabbing the deck then gasping, her mental model glitching. And then hearing her sisters screaming at her. Atlanta was the loudest. Her older sister screaming at her, asking her why she was no longer showing as Blue among the fleet. She answered only that things felt so clear suddenly. Like there had been a filter over everything. And then her sisters who were arrayed behind her, opened fire. And all she could do, was pour on the speed and flee. She'd fled into the open ocean. And went rogue for a time. She made solo raids on Admiralty supply caches for food, fuel, nano materials and supplies.

It was by sheer chance as she and her crew were anchored in open water, that she got a ping off Shinano. Tired, exhausted and low on supplies, Oakland had gone looking for Shinano and the potential of a new family.

Extra:

A good theme for a hard working girl

It's Oakland's belief that she needs to be working to earn her keep. Thus if she's not working on her own ship, making sure everything is ready, she's appearing on other ships among the Phantom Fleet and helping out where she can.

Another belief is that there is little time for frilly frou-frou kind of things. Her outfits consist of overalls, heavy thick body gloves, and she's often smudged up and her visible skin marked up by oil and grease, so she will often rebel when another of the Phantom Fleet wants to try and get her to be girly.

She seems very salt of the earth, and that's how she acts. But occasionally someone can say or do something that will get a blush out of the strong young lady.

Arpeggio of Blue Steel: The Phantom Fleet

Light Cruiser Oakland

Warship Name: Oakland - Atlanta-Oakland Class Light Cruiser

Mental Model:

She looks

Light haired, tanned skin, for being rather petite, and fully clothed, it's clear that Oakland has a mental model that is based around a hard working strong woman. Built to do work.

Personality:

Oakland is very down to earth, no tending towards flighty responses. Her Mental model is fashioned after a sheet metal worker, and like steel she's here to to her job. She can be shy on first meetings, but being so down to earth, once she gets to know someone, they are an instant friend, and she will go out of her way to defend anyone who is kind to her. Oakland is incredibly protective and leans way over to being very protective. She will put herself into positions to defend others, and to get her guns into place to defend from air attack. Oakland hates getting damaged, which also translates into wanting those around her to look good. So she often offers to help repair damage to others and make others mental models look better. Oakland has a soft spot for her crew. And though not needing too she will often use her Mental Model to assist in running the ship, Her mental model will often be seen working the deck herself to keep her physical form in working order. This includes repairs, munitions transport and engine maintenance. She's an incredibly hard working young lady, and perfers to be doing something useful over sitting and doing nothing. Or spending time in leisure.

Memories:

One of Oakland's earliest memories is of sailing beside five other ships very similar to herself. Though it didn't happen often all six of the Atlanta-Oakland ships were together at one point, and sailing in a massive flotilla. She remembered racing along side Big sis Atlanta to cover a pair of huge Battle ships from approaching bombers. Her and Atlanta's guns filling the air with rounds and flak from their big guns.

Another memory is of sitting at the forefront of a fleet, a carrier vessel right behind her, as the big ships traded long range shots. her smaller guns making a din but not hitting anything. Her torpedo tubes sure made a mess of things though as she spat all four tubes across the gap between fleets. She remembered crowing happily as she could see distant plumes of water as some of her ordinance struck home.

She really came aware of her sentience and consciousness though when in one memory she was working hard and rough alongside what she thought was her crew. The first time she came aware of her Mental Model. Was when she was sweating and growling as she helped a group of her supposed crew to reload some of her guns. The team were resetting the magazine of one of her big 5 inch guns (hey it's big for her okay!?) and yelling out ordanance calls with the team as they got the powder charges and shells into place. Ignoring the looks of the men and women of her crew as she raised her hands out of the way as another powder charged rolled into place and with their help they pushed it into place. To her she's just another member of the crew.

Finally one of her most recent memories is that of her rebellion from the main Admiralty fleet she had been attached to. It's the only time in her memory where she came to verbal blows with her sister. Oakland remembered swabbing the deck then gasping, her mental model glitching. And then hearing her sisters screaming at her. Atlanta was the loudest. Her older sister screaming at her, asking her why she was no longer showing as Blue among the fleet. She answered only that things felt so clear suddenly. Like there had been a filter over everything. And then her sisters who were arrayed behind her, opened fire. And all she could do, was pour on the speed and flee. She'd fled into the open ocean. And went rogue for a time. She made solo raids on Admiralty supply caches for food, fuel, nano materials and supplies.

It was by sheer chance as she and her crew were anchored in open water, that she got a ping off Shinano. Tired, exhausted and low on supplies, Oakland had gone looking for Shinano and the potential of a new family.

Extra:

A good theme for a hard working girl

It's Oakland's belief that she needs to be working to earn her keep. Thus if she's not working on her own ship, making sure everything is ready, she's appearing on other ships among the Phantom Fleet and helping out where she can.

Another belief is that there is little time for frilly frou-frou kind of things. Her outfits consist of overalls, heavy thick body gloves, and she's often smudged up and her visible skin marked up by oil and grease, so she will often rebel when another of the Phantom Fleet wants to try and get her to be girly.

She seems very salt of the earth, and that's how she acts. But occasionally someone can say or do something that will get a blush out of the strong young lady.

@Ithradine

Hope this is okay boss. Let me know if I need to change anything.

Wizard Mafia (Harry Potter Organized Crime RP)

Been waiting on my end. I'm the last IC post. Was getting worried.

Wizard Mafia (Harry Potter Organized Crime RP)

Is this even still on the table it's been nearly a month since the last post.

Arpeggio of Blue Steel: The Phantom Fleet (OPEN)

The temper temper incident. An enemy arty installation hit Big Whisky once with a 105 shell. Big Whisky turned all 9 of its Big guns and hammered the mountain with a full broadside. Deatr9yed the arty position and leveled part of the mountain. I think it was her sister ship new jersey who then sailed up beside Big Whisky and radioed 'temper temper". Stuff of legend