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"Hey, let the girl enjoy her drink. You want a scrap, you head somewhere else."
John's voice was pleasant enough, but he'd already started dialing in his pocket. H. E. R. All it would take would be the O, and he'd be ready for action. He'd just have to hope he could make do with whatever hero turned up. Hopefully it wouldn't be Chief Mighty Arrow- that could lead to some problems in a town like this.
John's voice was pleasant enough, but he'd already started dialing in his pocket. H. E. R. All it would take would be the O, and he'd be ready for action. He'd just have to hope he could make do with whatever hero turned up. Hopefully it wouldn't be Chief Mighty Arrow- that could lead to some problems in a town like this.
In a train speeding through the desert, carrying the mail and a number of passengers, trouble was brewing. With a FWEEEEEEEN, a laser cut through the hinges on the door as a squirrelly purple alien in ratty pants, duster, and a wide hat kicked it down, blowing the red-hot tip of its raygun as the passenger car erupted in panic. Behind him came a skeletal undead in a duster with two revolvers still in their holster, a wide-brimmed hat, and eyes glowing a sickly white. Finally came the most unusual of the bandits, what seemed to be a sentient pickle the size of a large human male, wearing crossed bandoliers, a sombrero, and moustache.
"OKAY GRINGOS, LISTEN UP! THIS IS A STICKUP! STEP ONE: SHUT THE FUCK UP! STEP TWO: VALUABLES OUT. STEP THREE: PUT YOUR VALUABLES INTO THE SACK AND YOU PENDEJOS MIGHT JUST GET OUTTA HERE WITHOUT GETTIN' PROBED WITH A CLASS THREE PLASMA DEVICE!"
As he move to open the sack and point the raygun at a well-dressed young woman, a voice came from behind him, stern and deep.
"Not today, evildoer! I'm going to make sure the only views you get are three iron bars!"
The alien jerked around, nearly jumping out of his skin. All he saw was an open window, looking out over the passing desert. Well, that and a rapidly approaching fist. With a mighty BIFF! the punched the alien clean on his back as a strangely clad man burst from what should have been an empty vista and socked the alien in its nose. Shaking his fist as the Harrowed scrambled for his pistols and the pickle lifted a massive sandwich like a greatsword, the ridiculous-looking man pointed with his free hand to each of the bandits in turn.
"Okay, I think I got this. The alien's what passes for the pretty one, the pickle's the big tough stupid one, and the zombie's got the weird powers. As for me, I go by- Open Window Man!"
The two remaining bandits didn't bother answering, as the undead gunslinger began firing, his guns releasing strange puffs of white light- the effects of a Huckster casting spells on their weapons in the Deadlands. Just as the guns were fired, however, Open Window Man pulled the window frame from around his head and neck, holding it up- and letting the bullets pass through to a the view from the open window he'd appeared from. Running forward, he brought the side of the window frame against the Harrowed's temple, watching as it staggered over to the window. With a shove, the Harrowed was falling through a portal into a jail cell. Whistling to himself, he seemingly didn't notice the approaching pickle... before he grabbed the sandwich and performed a judo throw that sent the pickle through the window. Taking a large bite out of the immaculately prepared sandwich, he was left to wonder why a pickle bandito would try to weaponize it. He picked up the alien and threw it out of the window, watching it fall into the prison cell through the dimensional portal, as he walked around returning valuables to their rightful owners.
"Remember, citizens! If you're ever in grave danger, just Dial "H" for "HERO!""
As soon as he waved goodbye, Open Window Man took a running leap out the train's window...
Open Window Man appeared in the sheriff's office, dusting off his hands and looking at the pile of prisoners in the cell. The sheriff looked from the pile of bandits now unconscious from their fall to the weirdo in the tights. He shrugged and took down the wanted posters, reaching for the reward money.
"No need for a reward, sir. Superheroes don't get into this business for the pay."
Raising an eyebrow, the sheriff proceeded to put the reward money- a few hundred dollars, all told- on the desk. Sighing, Open Window Man took the cash. He'd probably give it to a charity or something. For now, the most important part: Eating the sandwich, and thus disarming the pickle. Though it took at least twenty minutes, Open Window Man managed to eat his way through the three-foot sandwich. Superheroics were hungry work, after all! And with another running leap, this time through the window of the sheriff's office...
...and into the latrines behind the outhouse. Holding his nose, he grumbled, dialing the code to return to normal.
O! R! E! H! When this mystical sequence is put into an H-Dial, the powers are lost and the transformation is broken, allowing the user to return to their normal form! A responsible hero only uses their powers for good, and always gives them back when the battle is over. Now all that was left was to head in and use this bounty money to buy some drinks. He pocketed the H-Dial and entered the saloon, making his way to the bar.
Let's see... delicious sandwich, foiling a train robbery, reward money for a noble cause, AND I got to be an actually useful hero this time! Off to a good start!
"OKAY GRINGOS, LISTEN UP! THIS IS A STICKUP! STEP ONE: SHUT THE FUCK UP! STEP TWO: VALUABLES OUT. STEP THREE: PUT YOUR VALUABLES INTO THE SACK AND YOU PENDEJOS MIGHT JUST GET OUTTA HERE WITHOUT GETTIN' PROBED WITH A CLASS THREE PLASMA DEVICE!"
As he move to open the sack and point the raygun at a well-dressed young woman, a voice came from behind him, stern and deep.
"Not today, evildoer! I'm going to make sure the only views you get are three iron bars!"
The alien jerked around, nearly jumping out of his skin. All he saw was an open window, looking out over the passing desert. Well, that and a rapidly approaching fist. With a mighty BIFF! the punched the alien clean on his back as a strangely clad man burst from what should have been an empty vista and socked the alien in its nose. Shaking his fist as the Harrowed scrambled for his pistols and the pickle lifted a massive sandwich like a greatsword, the ridiculous-looking man pointed with his free hand to each of the bandits in turn.
"Okay, I think I got this. The alien's what passes for the pretty one, the pickle's the big tough stupid one, and the zombie's got the weird powers. As for me, I go by- Open Window Man!"
The two remaining bandits didn't bother answering, as the undead gunslinger began firing, his guns releasing strange puffs of white light- the effects of a Huckster casting spells on their weapons in the Deadlands. Just as the guns were fired, however, Open Window Man pulled the window frame from around his head and neck, holding it up- and letting the bullets pass through to a the view from the open window he'd appeared from. Running forward, he brought the side of the window frame against the Harrowed's temple, watching as it staggered over to the window. With a shove, the Harrowed was falling through a portal into a jail cell. Whistling to himself, he seemingly didn't notice the approaching pickle... before he grabbed the sandwich and performed a judo throw that sent the pickle through the window. Taking a large bite out of the immaculately prepared sandwich, he was left to wonder why a pickle bandito would try to weaponize it. He picked up the alien and threw it out of the window, watching it fall into the prison cell through the dimensional portal, as he walked around returning valuables to their rightful owners.
"Remember, citizens! If you're ever in grave danger, just Dial "H" for "HERO!""
As soon as he waved goodbye, Open Window Man took a running leap out the train's window...
Open Window Man appeared in the sheriff's office, dusting off his hands and looking at the pile of prisoners in the cell. The sheriff looked from the pile of bandits now unconscious from their fall to the weirdo in the tights. He shrugged and took down the wanted posters, reaching for the reward money.
"No need for a reward, sir. Superheroes don't get into this business for the pay."
Raising an eyebrow, the sheriff proceeded to put the reward money- a few hundred dollars, all told- on the desk. Sighing, Open Window Man took the cash. He'd probably give it to a charity or something. For now, the most important part: Eating the sandwich, and thus disarming the pickle. Though it took at least twenty minutes, Open Window Man managed to eat his way through the three-foot sandwich. Superheroics were hungry work, after all! And with another running leap, this time through the window of the sheriff's office...
...and into the latrines behind the outhouse. Holding his nose, he grumbled, dialing the code to return to normal.
O! R! E! H! When this mystical sequence is put into an H-Dial, the powers are lost and the transformation is broken, allowing the user to return to their normal form! A responsible hero only uses their powers for good, and always gives them back when the battle is over. Now all that was left was to head in and use this bounty money to buy some drinks. He pocketed the H-Dial and entered the saloon, making his way to the bar.
Let's see... delicious sandwich, foiling a train robbery, reward money for a noble cause, AND I got to be an actually useful hero this time! Off to a good start!
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9 yrs ago
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Nonsense, Hercule wouldn't qualify. He's immortal and all-powerful. You saw how afraid Beerus was to face him in Battle of Gods.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Every time he was summoned in DBZ it always seemed like he had to revive krillin
Really hope Krillin at least got some Frequent Dier Miles for that.
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"Well I do," Spandez said, lighting up one of the cigars and listening to the man. Leaning over to a pager, he replied to a gargling noise. "Carol, can you check for any UEA claims on this planet? I checked when we started the trip, but you know how the bureaucracy is. You're a delight."
Crossing his arms, Spandez nodded and sighed.
"Mr. Cosmos, I assure you that we at Badurong Broadcasting do our research to the best of our ability. We compare the development of the civilization with the randomized objectives of the season to occur there. The order of planets to serve as a field of play is decided months, sometimes years in advance- while we may have selected it in the past before you arrived to stake your claim, we respect your right to it. We would never INTENTIONALLY select a world that's already been claimed. We'll just need to verify the claim before-"
The pager on his desk crackled as Spandez listened to more of the alien gurgling.
"Oh, is that so? Filed... huh. Yeah, I think the last time we were here was Sol-4. No wonder we hadn't heard about the claim."
Spandez opened the cigar box, motioning to it.
"Ah, there it is then. Might have to execute some of those Spawn of Grelthax in the legal department. Help yourself to a cigar, by the way."
Crossing his arms, Spandez nodded and sighed.
"Mr. Cosmos, I assure you that we at Badurong Broadcasting do our research to the best of our ability. We compare the development of the civilization with the randomized objectives of the season to occur there. The order of planets to serve as a field of play is decided months, sometimes years in advance- while we may have selected it in the past before you arrived to stake your claim, we respect your right to it. We would never INTENTIONALLY select a world that's already been claimed. We'll just need to verify the claim before-"
The pager on his desk crackled as Spandez listened to more of the alien gurgling.
"Oh, is that so? Filed... huh. Yeah, I think the last time we were here was Sol-4. No wonder we hadn't heard about the claim."
Spandez opened the cigar box, motioning to it.
"Ah, there it is then. Might have to execute some of those Spawn of Grelthax in the legal department. Help yourself to a cigar, by the way."
I've got a servant that needs a master, and I'm thinking Med's Rider could be a good fit for Erasmus.
Name: Erasmus Tormod
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hrmph.
Personality: Erasmus is a (formerly) traditionalist mage who's coming to terms with the idea of his own mortality after the death of his wife of thirty years in a car accident. As such, he's decided to make the best of the time he has left, spending as much of it as he can with his grandkids and trying new things. He's gotten a crash course in the modern world, always trying to get more time for his grandkids and hobbies. As he likes to say: "50 is the new 30."
Skills: While Erasmus is in far better shape than he has any right to be at his age, he's still a 55 year old man and tires out quickly. However, he's also a SCA enthusiast, wielding swords and rapiers with ease as part of his regular Renaissance Fair attendance.
Abilities: Erasmus's family has been practicing Rune Magic since the days of the Vikings. He has a large number of mid-level magic circuits, meaning he can cast spells in rapid succession. As such, he knows how to draw the runes from memory and is capable of doing so in the heat of battle. Of course, one of the main issues with using Rune Magic in combat is finding a way around the range problem... which he claims to have done with help from his grandkids.
Brief Backstory: Again, born to a long line of Runic mages dating back to the Vikings, Erasmus was raised in the traditions of magecraft. Eventually, he married, had kids, and then they had grandkids. His wife was killed returning from the airport to drop the children off for summer camp, which lead Erasmus to worry about what would happen to his grandchildren when he was gone. His plan is to use the Grail for something most Mages would find insultingly mundane- to ensure his grandchildren will be secure long after he passes.
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hrmph.
Personality: Erasmus is a (formerly) traditionalist mage who's coming to terms with the idea of his own mortality after the death of his wife of thirty years in a car accident. As such, he's decided to make the best of the time he has left, spending as much of it as he can with his grandkids and trying new things. He's gotten a crash course in the modern world, always trying to get more time for his grandkids and hobbies. As he likes to say: "50 is the new 30."
Skills: While Erasmus is in far better shape than he has any right to be at his age, he's still a 55 year old man and tires out quickly. However, he's also a SCA enthusiast, wielding swords and rapiers with ease as part of his regular Renaissance Fair attendance.
Abilities: Erasmus's family has been practicing Rune Magic since the days of the Vikings. He has a large number of mid-level magic circuits, meaning he can cast spells in rapid succession. As such, he knows how to draw the runes from memory and is capable of doing so in the heat of battle. Of course, one of the main issues with using Rune Magic in combat is finding a way around the range problem... which he claims to have done with help from his grandkids.
Brief Backstory: Again, born to a long line of Runic mages dating back to the Vikings, Erasmus was raised in the traditions of magecraft. Eventually, he married, had kids, and then they had grandkids. His wife was killed returning from the airport to drop the children off for summer camp, which lead Erasmus to worry about what would happen to his grandchildren when he was gone. His plan is to use the Grail for something most Mages would find insultingly mundane- to ensure his grandchildren will be secure long after he passes.
Okay, so that's my Rider approved.
Out of curiosity, Med, what sorts of things?
Out of curiosity, Med, what sorts of things?
Speaking of Masters!
Name: Erasmus Tormod
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hrmph.
Personality: Erasmus is a (formerly) traditionalist mage who's coming to terms with the idea of his own mortality after the death of his wife of thirty years in a car accident. As such, he's decided to make the best of the time he has left, spending as much of it as he can with his grandkids and trying new things. He's gotten a crash course in the modern world, always trying to get more time for his grandkids and hobbies. As he likes to say: "50 is the new 30."
Skills: While Erasmus is in far better shape than he has any right to be at his age, he's still a 55 year old man and tires out quickly. However, he's also a SCA enthusiast, wielding swords and rapiers with ease as part of his regular Renaissance Fair attendance.
Abilities: Erasmus's family has been practicing Rune Magic since the days of the Vikings. He has a large number of mid-level magic circuits, meaning he can cast spells in rapid succession. As such, he knows how to draw the runes from memory and is capable of doing so in the heat of battle. Of course, one of the main issues with using Rune Magic in combat is finding a way around the range problem... which he claims to have done with help from his grandkids.
Brief Backstory: Again, born to a long line of Runic mages dating back to the Vikings, Erasmus was raised in the traditions of magecraft. Eventually, he married, had kids, and then they had grandkids. His wife was killed returning from the airport to drop the children off for summer camp, which lead Erasmus to worry about what would happen to his grandchildren when he was gone. His plan is to use the Grail for something most Mages would find insultingly mundane- to ensure his grandchildren will be secure long after he passes.
Name: Erasmus Tormod
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hrmph.
Personality: Erasmus is a (formerly) traditionalist mage who's coming to terms with the idea of his own mortality after the death of his wife of thirty years in a car accident. As such, he's decided to make the best of the time he has left, spending as much of it as he can with his grandkids and trying new things. He's gotten a crash course in the modern world, always trying to get more time for his grandkids and hobbies. As he likes to say: "50 is the new 30."
Skills: While Erasmus is in far better shape than he has any right to be at his age, he's still a 55 year old man and tires out quickly. However, he's also a SCA enthusiast, wielding swords and rapiers with ease as part of his regular Renaissance Fair attendance.
Abilities: Erasmus's family has been practicing Rune Magic since the days of the Vikings. He has a large number of mid-level magic circuits, meaning he can cast spells in rapid succession. As such, he knows how to draw the runes from memory and is capable of doing so in the heat of battle. Of course, one of the main issues with using Rune Magic in combat is finding a way around the range problem... which he claims to have done with help from his grandkids.
Brief Backstory: Again, born to a long line of Runic mages dating back to the Vikings, Erasmus was raised in the traditions of magecraft. Eventually, he married, had kids, and then they had grandkids. His wife was killed returning from the airport to drop the children off for summer camp, which lead Erasmus to worry about what would happen to his grandchildren when he was gone. His plan is to use the Grail for something most Mages would find insultingly mundane- to ensure his grandchildren will be secure long after he passes.
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