Corporal Lance

Persona: Death Walkers

Just like clockwork, at the sound of a woman screaming, two strapping, chivalrous young men came to Mari's aid. Even though the screaming was more in annoyance than anything. She was quite satisfied to take a few steps back and let them deal with the paper creatures. There was a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and as much as Mari would have liked to pistol-whip a motherfucker, it wasn't conducive to keeping her skin free of paper cuts or whatever the hell these monsters would do if they grabbed hold of her. Kindly stay the hell away, fuck you very much. She unconsciously kept her arms crossed as her smoky eyes warily watched savagely beat the beasts into mulch. A smile curled at her lips for a moment at a twisted, perverted thought that ran through her brain.
If I remember this in the morning, just how much therapy am I gonna need? Yep. Suck it, Freud. A couple of college kids murdering monstrous paper dolls with toy guns in the middle of a painting as they all stood around lazily gawking or running headfirst screaming into the- Y'know, maybe someone slipping her something wasn't too far off the mark. It worried her. She'd have to wake up somehow. And if she recalled, dreams usually ended whenever what you were dreaming about is interrupted somehow. And it would be simple enough to do that by following the maniac into the hedgemaze.
Fine, brain, if you wanna play hardball, let's play hardball. I'll join your little game. For now. But when I wake up, I'm going straight back to pickling you with vodka.

"Yeah, I'm cool," she answered... actually, she didn't quite know his name. Didn't really stand out all that much. Cool scar, though. She unfolded her arms and jammed them into the pockets of her jacket, bemusingly watching the carnage unfold from the blind dude as he wailed on the paper demon things with his toy.
"Sorry, you're on your own!" she taunted at him with a devilish smirk. Didn't matter anyway. People died in dreams all the time. Hell, most of the time it was her.
"So... what? Are you guys trying to tell me that I should start my Composition essay? Tch, fat fucking chance," she stated, disinterested. But the blind kid gave her an idea. Tough luck, brain. You lose this round.
"Hey, can one of you beat me to death so I can wak-" But her thought went incomplete, interrupted by the bark of a gunshot. Her shoulders reflexively hunched and her head snapped to meet where the sudden break of skittering, flapping paper originated. Her eyes reflected a blue aura as she bore witness to one of the other college students, standing transfixed, eking blue shards from his head. The painted glass came to form something that looked like it belonged in some kind of horror/magical girl TV show. And that's when it began to spew forth flames, setting the beasts alight and torching them to ash.

Mari laughed. A hearty, deep, insane laugh. It was pretty funny! Maybe lucid dreaming wasn't so bad after all. She still felt like she was going insane, but what the hell, right?
"Ah ha ha ha! Oh my god, this is just rich!" she exclaimed. "And this must be something telling me to stop smoking too, huh? Man, who knew my subconscious was so fucking lame! Ah ha ha!" Mari managed to get her laughter under control, but her devilish smile still lingered.
"Hey Firebug, you mind torching the rest of these things? I seriously have to wake up soon."

~"The guns are not real! They are used to bring out your potential. They are the only way to destroy the monsters! You must shoot yourself with the evoker!"~

The hardcore girl turned the pistol over in her hand, grin still apparent on her face, her eyes in a dreamy state of plotting.
"Sure thing, bitch! You're the boss!" she answered the annoying mental cry. Geez she was fucked up. She didn't know what the dream meant yet, but whatever it was she could use some heavy counseling afterward. Mari made a mental note to start paying more attention in Psych 202. And not just so she could piss off the professor by arguing with him when she knew he was right. The rocker chick held the gun to her chest, preferring not to put it to her face in case it would fuck with her hair, and squeezed the trigger gently and without fear.

~"This dream state, anything that happens to you in here will happen to your body. You will die if you do not summon your potential. I'm sorry, but that is the way it will work! There are ten monsters in front of you! Their weakness is fire as far as I can tell. Hurry!"~

Her finger froze on the trigger, and her eyes opened wider in surprise. Mari let her arm fall to her side and looked up to the sky as if it were the origin of the voice.
"So let me get this straight: if we die here, we die period? Like Freddy Krueger shit?" she challenged, "And you want me to shoot myself?" Mari simply closed her eyes and shook her head. As wicked as it would be to have a flaming pumpkin jut out of her skull, she didn't like to lose. Especially mind games against her own mind. This required some... testing.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Mari once again raised her gun, but it wasn't to her chest. Nor was it to her head. It was to the temple of the boy with the scar. She smirked smugly, and her finger started to pull with slight pressure.

"You first."

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Funny, I pictured him sounding more like the blonde.

Sorry I haven't posted yet. It's been a busy week and I've been on duty today since 8AM. On my phone right now. I'll try to stave off sleep when I get off at 8 tomorrow and have something up.

Persona: Death Walkers

I had one half written up, but I didn't sleep the night before and passed out instead. I'm on my phone right now and have 24 hours of barracks duty, so I won't be able to post until 0800 tomorrow morning at the earliest. Go ahead and post what you got, I'll catch up.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Know what? To hell with sleep. Sleep is a crutch. Post might take a while, but here's yer survey!

REALLY BIG TEXT WALL

1. Where do you think each of the characters (other than your own!) fall on the scale of Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic and Good/Neutral/Evil? Try to provide a brief explanation to support your choices.

-Felicia
True Neutral. A True Neutral individual is not swayed in any direction in particular, they do what seems like the best course of action at the time. Felicia isn't trying to swindle or rob anyone nor is she falling over herself to try to help others. She isn't Chaotic by a long shot, but she doesn't seem to be honor, duty, or rule-bound like other Lawful types. Just because someone adheres to laws does not make them Lawful, it's how they approach their conduct and opinions of law that would define that. She has room to grow in any direction, but right now she's in the center: True Neutral.

-Kaiver
I think he's Lawful Good. He takes it upon himself to consider the safety of the Hylian people above much else, and strictly adheres to the rank structure he falls within. He owns up to his own mistakes and seeks to redeem himself for what he's perceived to be past failings, is diligent in his duties, and goes out of his way to help others in need not because he is bound to but because he naturally feels it is the right thing to do in a given situation. Although he borders on Neutral, I consider him Lawful Good.

-Naklov
Hard to say for now, but I'm gonna go with Neutral Good. He's willing to help others and act selflessly, but doesn't always agree with how the rules are enforced. Not to say he disregards them, of course, but he doesn't feel as if the law is the be-all-end-all of moral matters.

-Jira
Chaotic Neutral fo' sho'. He pretty much does what he wants without regards to the opinions of others, but he isn't malicious nor benevolent. Being greedy doesn't make you a bad person, but literally picking up pretty girls makes you Chaotic.

-Izzaz
Currently Neutral Evil. And here's why. Izzaz is in it for himself, like all Evil characters are. They don't give a damn about anyone else and won't hesitate to kick you down a hill if they get something out of it. Izzaz has shown himself to be very self-centered, has threatened violence towards others, and has attempted to use his loose Sheikah connections when things went south. That's not something a Good or even a Neutral character would do. And although he does claim to follow the Sheikah's rules and standards, he's a freakin' hypocrite that's already broken them time and again. Can't be Lawful. But a Chaotic Evil character is a sadistic and crazed psychopath, doing as they will no matter what to their own devilish ends. A Chaotic Evil character would've stormed the village gates, would've cut Kaiver down on the spot, would've killed anyone that pissed him off over the course of the morning because when a Chaotic Evil character has no rules, I mean they have no rules. Not even common sense ones.

-Idris
This one is harder to do because there's only 2 IC posts for him, but the backstory gives me a little. I'll go with Chaotic Neutral, leaning towards Good. As far as I've seen, Idris does what he wants when he wants to. Play a game of hide-and-go-Sheik? Sure, why not! Do I need a reason? But he hasn't shown himself to be selfless or malicious, so Neutral he stays.

-Vietaru
Vietaru is probably the hardest because her personality is the most complex... but I have her pegged as Lawful Neutral, which could include a penchant for Good or Evil depending on how the story progresses. She has a strict code that she adheres to: doesn't steal from normal people, gives back what she steals, follows the example her father had taught her with little to no exception. She's adventurous, yes, and even though her "laws" don't match up with everyone else's, she still has a code of honor. Barring that, she's fairly normal. I figure that she would equally steal from someone if she had to or was paid to, but would help someone in need as well, so she sits in the middle of the moral spectrum. This, however, can easily change depending on what happens. She's still a little kid, and the world can teach her different pretty quickly.

-Magus
True Neutral, no question. He does no good or ill, almost a passive observer-type of character. He has his own goals, but won't harm anyone to accomplish those any quicker unlike another Twili I can mention. But he's not one to jump in front of the sword for anyone, either. He follows his own path, but doesn't violate the laws nor does he strictly maintain a code.

-Cain
Definitely Lawful Evil. Cain has one goal and one goal only: to find his Twilight Princess and make it back to the Twilight Realm. Everyone standing in his way are pawns to do his bidding, tools to be used. He schemes and he plots and he thinks of ways to use people for his own gain, acting with both noble pride and dastardly cunning. He's in it for himself, and it's his frigging title to stab people in the back to further himself and his own kingdom.

-Frore
The consensus stands as True Neutral. Frore is essentially a sentient puppet, with Cain pulling the strings. He has no moral compass nor sense of law or chaos. That is not to say he is bound by orders or follows them to the letter, nor does he commit acts of good or ill with preference. In D&D, most wild beasts are True Neutral for this reason, and I believe that Frore is no different.

2. What would your character(s) overall opinion(s) be of each of the other characters based on a first impression (assuming they were being introduced as partners to achieve some sort of goal)?

-Felicia: "Hi! You smell like fish, but you're really pretty! Where can I get a hat like that one?" / I honestly don't know how Mila and Felicia would get along. On the one hand, she might not have patience for the eternally young girl. On the other, she might think it's cute or endearing. Mila would like her all the same, and would more than likely stick to her like glue... if she doesn't become distracted, that is.

-Kaiver: "Hi! I think Naki told me about you one time, is your name Kaiver? I'm Naki's friend Mila! I live in the forest and I'm one-hundred-and-thirty-seven years old, but I'll be one-hundred-and-thirty-eight in the autumn! Oh, who's this? ...Oh, okay. Hi there! I'm your dad's friend Mila!" / I think that Kaiver and Mila would get along fairly well. If nothing else, she's around the age of his daughters, but they both have a strong sense of good and their skills complement one another, as well as their demeanors.

-Naklov: "I wish I could make potions. I mean, I can make potions, but they're not as good as the ones you make... Can you please teach me sometime?" / I used what Mila and Elder Lyontus's initial meeting might've sounded like, seeing as they've known each other for several years. They are fast friends, sharing much in common and similar views.

-Jira: "Are you okay, Mister? You talk kind of funny..." / While Mila would find Jira to be a source of comedy and would openly laugh at his antics, his finding of her to be adorable would creep her out until he gets over it. The mask doesn't help things. Until shown otherwise, she would find him to be a fool in every sense of the word: entertainment, personality, and intelligence. Not to say this would bias her opinion of him, she's pretty open-minded.

-Izzaz: "Why do you have to be so grumpy all the time? It wouldn't hurt you to be nice!" / The Kokiri girl would not like Izzaz at all. She abhors unnecessary violence and rudeness, and if he were to seek her out at all she would immediately see that he's taking advantage of her kindness... but only stop after she had felt he crossed a serious line. He would also intimidate her until she could secure enough courage or knowledge to lord over him. She would seek to separate herself from him as soon as she is able.

-Idris: "I've never met a Sheikah before! I saw one once, but he disappeared in a puff of smoke before I could ask him questions. So I'll ask you questions, okay?" / Mila tends to get along with everyone, especially people with more exotic backgrounds. Being a Sheikah, Idris fits the bill. Although, his tangential and flippant nature combined with her short attention span would lead them in circles. A dangerous mix, that.

-Vietaru: "Hi, I'm Mila! What's your name? Do you want to be my friend?" / While Mila is older than the rest of the cast, she is still childish, a trait no Kokiri truly completely lets go of. To that end, she would get along with Vietaru quite well, although her bull-headedness may be a little overbearing for her. Mila would take a big sister/motherly role and seek responsibility for her.

-Magus: It's late and I'm lazy, but I've already done this one in the IC. Initially fearful, but calming down after she finds him not to be so frightening. If she were to find that he were actually a scarecrow, or a being possessing a scarecrow, he would pique her interest and the questions would go on for several days.

-Cain: "Ooooohh... Are you a Shadow Person? I've never met a Shadow Person before, and I've been all over Hyrule over six times! Where did you come from? What do you eat? Does it hurt when people step on you when you're a shadow? If my shadow bumped into your shadow, would you feel it? Can you-" *This line of questioning continues until Cain inevitably becomes fed up with it. Assuming that to be quickly* / Upon a first impression, Cain would be an exotic enough character to interest her. She would learn quickly that he's not to be trusted, but initially he would fascinate her.

-Frore: "Eeeeeek! Monster!" *sprints away hectically* / Mila is no stranger to Chillfos, and is very much aware that the very large majority... actually, all of them but Frore, will attempt to murder Kokiri children. This does not leave Frore with a good first impression.

3. Going back in time, if your character(s) were 6 years old, what would they say if asked about the following: Favorite food? Least favorite food? Favorite animal? Favorite person? Talents? Dream house? Dream job?

"I like it when Sola makes taffy 'cause she puts berries inside an' they taste yummy!"

"Efa's stew is icky an' gross. It's all slimy an' something she puts in it tastes funny an' salty."

"I like bugs! The rolly ones! They turn into balls when you poke'em!"

"I want to be big an' strong like Efa one day, an' then they'll let me go play in the woods!"

"The other kids say I'm really smart! Eee hee hee! I can say the alphabet forward an' backward and can count to a thousand!"

"One day I'm gonna build a tree house in the Great Deku Tree! An' it'll have a zipline an' a rope ladder an' a swing an' a garden an' a libary an'-" *Mila continues to rattle on for several minutes on everything her tree house would have*

"What's a job? Is it like chores? I don't wanna do chores!"

4. Do you have any favorite characters so far? Player characters, NPCs, whatever? (Try not to pick your own character, you narcissistic punks!) Provide a brief explanation as to why you like them so much.

Just to be fair, I'm only going to pick one of each: one PC, and one NPC. For my PC, it was close, but I pick Kaiver. He's interesting in the fact that he's mundane. Just a regular guy trying to support a family, has a history in the military but as a job, not a lifestyle. He loves his wife and plays with his kids. And it's believable. It's so hard to get the boring everyday stuff to be fun to read, but I enjoy reading about Kaiver because he's the underdog. I want him to win because he's a nice, normal guy just making his way in the world. He's made some mistakes and owns up to them, he works hard to support and protect his family, he's not some fantastic hero character. He's almost as real as the hand before my face, and I applaud you Sir Axel for writing such a genuine character. One of my favorite authors happens to be Steven King just because he does the same, and if anyone reads his works I think you'll find that true.

For favorite NPC, it's technically two of them. Cheating I know, but the Rova Twins. They've only been in one post so far, but their theme song fits them so well and I can visualize exactly how they look and speak and act, especially Edwyn's laugh at the end of their post. I'm hoping to see them tied into future endeavors, perhaps hounding and taunting our characters of the Sheikah denomination much like Sheik would appear before Link every once in a while.

5. What are your predictions for the story thus far? Any comments, concerns, or things you’re hoping to see?

I predict that while Lethe is gathering up the "Chosen Few" for this little endeavor, something big happens at the Hero of Time Festival. The "Roll for Initiative" type of big thing. Kakariko is devestated but our characters miraculously escape because plot armor Lethe is there to guide them/warp them to safety, either in the forest or in the mountains... most likely the forest, because more characters have past history tied to the forest than the mountains. Also, Sir Halbert is secretly gay, which is why his relationship with Felicia went sour.

No concerns, commenting that this is pretty fun and well organized for having so many players. As for what I'd like to see, I have two things. For one, story arcs! Y'know, where a character's history, quest, or goals will come to shine in the spotlight and we explore their past and personality more in-depth. Like questing for an "ancient" Twili artifact for Cain's return to his own time/dimension, or Vietaru undertaking the Gerudo Trials and other character-centric side-quests. Secondly, splitting the party. RPing as a group is fun and all, but I think it would get chaotic if everyone was with everyone else ALL of the time. I think I'd like to see handfuls of characters go in different places at the same time, their actions possibly affecting the other group with the pockets of players crossing paths here and there and switching members to keep the groups fresh based upon the whispers they receive. It would be a good excuse to practice those group dynamics you so covertly tried to sneak by us (yes, I noticed. I seen this movie before) and would make some interesting pairs groups the characters ordinarily would not seek to be a part of on their own. For example, the Elemental Temples. What if the players needed to be at every temple at once? They would pair off into small teams and go tackle each one, making interesting and varied situations and reading for all.

Just a few thoughts of mine. Love the RP so far. So glad people like my little sunshine-and-rainbows Kokiri potion girl.

Persona: Death Walkers

I get the dramatic effect, yeah. That would be a pretty satisfactory ending should the GM be controlling your Persona... But that is not the case. Where everyone is going would feed into what they are doing and what they would be doing is reacting to your character that just summoned a Persona. Kind of a big deal and pretty hard to miss when someone blows their own brains out and a magical demon sprouts forth... But you haven't written it yet. So the choice is like I said, either wait until that happens or completely ignore your character and his actions. Neither are very good options. Ordinarily, seeing as everyone who needs to/is going to post has post and Cypher posted up, I posted third so I would go. But that means your character is going to get ignored if I do, and I'd rather like to avoid that, so I've been waiting. In either scenario, I'll have something up for tomorrow, but in the case that Jason is still frozen in time, he's getting ignored.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Okay, now I think I'm being delinquent. It's an action-packed work week, so just bear with me for now. I'm hoping to have something up for tomorrow, but my internet connection is awful. I'll definitely have my response (and survey) up by this 4th of July weekend.

The Paradigm Stone

Awesome! Mondays are always bad for me, and today is no exception, but I'm anxiously looking forward to the confrontation between Wisp and Jinx. I even have a fight theme picked out for the bloody catfight. Expect Wisp to fight extremely dirty.

The Paradigm Stone

Thunder rumbled low over the harbor, flashes of lightning catching it in photographic glimpses and predicting the next dull roar. Condensation rolled from Wisp's goggles as she cast her eyes across the dock from on high, keeping her eyes peeled for any signs of movement from behind a chain link fence.

DANGER: ELECTRIFIED FENCE
NO TRESPASSING. TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT.

Wisp wasn't stupid enough to test the warning the rusty sign next to the gate called out. The electrified part, not the trespassing part. Trespassing was kind of her hobby.
"Not seein' anyone yet..." she mumbled to Seeder over her headset.
"It's probable that anyone guarding this place would be taking shelter from the rain outside. Do you see anything like a guard shack or entrance...?"
"What would I be looking for in a guard shack?" the intrepid Mistress of Gravity questioned back.
"Probably a larger building. Sometimes they have weapons clearing posts on the outside of them. Brightly colored weird sign post looking things or a barrel of some sort, they like to color them red to make them stand out."
"Okay, I see one of those next to a building out in the middle of the docks... and cameras."
"Keep in mind those probably aren't the only cameras you see. They usually face downward, so if you keep up high you should be fine."
"Works for me." Wisp took a couple steps backward, and made a running leap over the fence. She soared high, gripping a nearby light post and swinging around it like a gymnast before propelling herself to the top of the building she had seen, twisting and flipping in style. She landed with a splash, arms outstretched to her side.
"D'you see that, Seeds?" she beamed.
"Wisp... I'm on the phone with you..." he stated dryly.
"Pfft. Buzzkill," she retorted. She happened to think it was a grade A triple twist, much better than what those carnies at the ball were capable of. "Alright, let's do thi-"
"Wait!" the nerd cautioned over his end of the phone. Wisp halted in her tracks and crouched low. Maybe he hacked into a camera or something...?
"Just because you don't see anyone doesn't mean there isn't anyone. Did you take one last look?" Wisp scoffed.
"Yeah, Seeds. I'm good. It's a fucking ghost town out here, they all have to be inside."
"So far so good. Are there any windows?" Wisp clambered down like a spider upon the wall to bear witness to a single window facing toward the gate.
"Yyyyyep. Here, see for yourself." Wisp took her phone from within her satchel and played with the screen, bringing up the video settings. Turning on the camera, she held it in front of one of the top corners.
"What do you see...?" she whispered. It might've been raining cats and dogs, but it was better not to take the chance of anyone hearing her.
"About five of them, monitors over the whole yard, coffee and donuts. Nothing you wouldn't expect. Two of them are holding rifles and just kind of hanging around, but the other ones are sitting down. I don't know if they've only got pistols or the lazy fucks have'em lying against a wall or in a rack somewhere, but either way it's good news."
"Okay, time to make a delivery," Wisp hushed triumphantly.
"Eh, what?"

Skittering down the wall, Wisp nonchalantly walked up to the door. She lazily took her crowbar from the sling on her back and twirled it around in her fingers, getting used to the heft of it. Casually, she took a step forward and pounded loudly upon the metal hatch to the tune of 'Shave and a Haircut'.
"Little Ceaser's!" she called out to the goons within, a smirk curling upon her masked lips.

---

Inside the cramped quarters of the security booth, the small collection of guards diligently watched the three-dozen screens that lined the entire front counter. A small tablet was propped on its' kickstand, a hockey match blaring away as the men spoke with one another. Three of the men kept their eyes trained on the security monitors, looking through the guests and empty hallways in search of anything out of the ordinary. Louie, the smallest and youngest of the guards sat on the far end of the row of three, nervously peering across the electronics. He had sworn he saw something on Screen Seven, right past the back courtyard fence, but couldn't seem to see anything down the road or near the loading docks when he tried to follow the sudden movement.

"Did you see that?" He asked no one in particular, who were busy joking around.

Most of the other guards had been transferred from one of Carver Industries' various other labs, so they were at least acquaintances. This also led to a relatively relaxed feeling- they were simply moved from their regular station to watch a party between the poor and wealthy. The 'high security' labs didn't seem to be anything of particular importance during their shift earlier in the day. Vernon, one of the senior guards turned his head to Louie.

"Seen what?" He growled.

Instantly cut off, there was a loud rapping noise from the other side of the steel door. The shift change for walking around the compound wasn't supposed to take place for another ten minutes. Maybe one of the guards was sick of the rain?

"Little Ceaser's!" A voice called out from the other side.

Vernon snapped his finger and pointed to the door. With two rifles trained on the steel entrance, the other three guards began to back their chairs up from the monitor screens. Two of the guards at the monitors were equipped with pistols and night sticks, while Louie hadn't received his license yet- leaving him with nothing but a meager taser. With a silent count to three, the guard holding a pistol at the monitor nearest the door swung it open into the night air.

Before the trained men stood... nothing. Not a soul. Not even a trace of one. It was as if the ghost of a pizza delivery girl had visited their doorstep. A ghost... or a wisp. The wary mook slowly stepped out into the drizzle and blowing haze, searching for a sign that someone had been there. He cautiously panned his weapon from right to left. But he never looked up. A sleeved hand darted out from the top of the door frame, grasping him by the wrist, and he disappeared with a shrill cry. And then there was silence. More thunder rolled in the distance, and raindrops drummed upon the window.

"Fuck! Tanner!" The senior guard shouted, steadying his rifle on his shoulder.

Extending his arm forward, Vernon and one of the other guards from the monitor stepped out into the rain; they trained their weapons on the sky initially, before turning to cover the roof as well. Louie and the remaining rifleman stood inside the post, unsure of the fate of their teammates in the downpour. The rifleman elbowed Louie in the shoulder, silently urging him to contact the other guards. The timid, young employee jumped at the contact from his coworker and fumbled with his compact walkie-talkie, dropping it to the ground. Most of the other guards had microphones clipped to their ears- but again, Louie had been given to spares.

"Attention-" He said in a pathetic whisper, leaning halfway over when he reached for the radio. "Attention-"

Wisp ran her phone along the edge of the building, picking up on the splish and splash of the panicked guards' footsteps with her noise enhancing applet. She stalked like a tiger on the edge of the building, waiting for the right moment. And when they had moved to the opposite side...

CRRRRRRRSSHH!

The window exploded into shards as Wisp powered through feet first. Stupid mook was watching the door, of course, but happened to turn his head just in time to catch the edge of her crowbar across his face, going down like a sack of doorknobs. Using the momentum, Wisp planted her feet and bent over, scooping up the kid's head in her palm like a basketball. With the inertia helping her, she twirled once on her toes and forced the back of his head to give salutations to the brick wall behind him. As she flowed through the motions like a powerful stream, she kicked off from the wall to perch on the one next to the door, slamming it loudly and twisting the lock. The heroine cartwheeled to a position below the window and waited for the mice to take the cheese...

The security guards came running when they heard the glass break, just as Wisp had anticipated. Stacking up on the door, Vernon sent his foot into it. The deadbolt held for the first kick, giving Wisp enough time to slink out of the window when the second kick thrust it open. Both men stormed into the room to find both of their comrades beaten and broken on the floor.
"What the hell!? There's no o-"
The patsy with the rifle was cut off by the sharp clink of metal to the back of the skull, and Vernon turned in time to shield himself from an androgynous punk charging at him with a crowbar. He threw his pistol up toward her chest, causing her to strike upward with her weapon to knock it away before he could put a slug through her. His weapon discharged into the ceiling, but before the freak could recover he threw a mean left cross straight across her face. Wisp stumbled back from the blow in a daze, head pounding and lights dancing before her eyes. She glanced upward to see the glint of metal and reacted immediately by chucking her crowbar at the man. The old guard ducked out of the way, but was rewarded for his efforts by a rising knee to the face. Wisp gave a shrill war cry, grabbing him by his blouse and tossing him upward, making the ceiling his floor before performing a half backflip to follow him. She landed squarely on his ribs with bone-cracking force, knocking the wind from him and blurring his vision in intense pain. He fell from the ceiling as she did, smacking against the ground and taking a falling axe kick to the throat.

The heroine held her head with one hand, wandering dreamily over to one of the fallen chairs, turning it over and sitting back into it as her temples throbbed. Her brain felt like slurpee, and she could feel hot blood run from her nose, the metallic taste caressing her lips.
"Goddamnit..." she growled, untying the bandanna around her face.
"Wisp, what's wrong?" the geek over her headset asked anxiously.
"Mudderfucker nearly broke by fuckin' dose!" she mumbled, cupping her face. She slid her goggles up over her eyes and onto her forehead, stumbling into what appeared to be the bathroom in the guard shack.
"Damn, you gonna be alright?" Hope looked at her haggard face in the mirror through her tear-soaked eyes. Dripping wet, puffy eyed, with crimson running down her face. Reeeeaaal heroic.
"Dat fuckin' hurt!" she shouted at Seeds from the other end of their line.
"Don't be such a baby, you fight guys like this all the time. You're strong, you can take a punch."
"Dey usually don't punch be in da face! Ugh, I'm bleeding everywhere!" Hope grabbed several paper towels from the dispenser, wiping at her bloody nose. For good measure, she twisted a couple of them and shoved them up her nostrils to stop the flow.
"Be vewy vewy quiet. Hunting rabbits there, Wisp?" Seeder mocked, chuckling at her misfortune.
"Laugh it up, at hole. I bet if I slapped you you'd die," Hope seethed at him.
"Ooh, I'm shaking."
"Shut da fuck up and dell me how the fuck I gid in here, Freakazoid."
"Oh man... Alright, there should be a freight elevator somewhere in the guard shack. Pretty small building, should be obvious."
"I dink I passed it on my way do da batroom... Fuck, I need a breather." Hope threw open the door to the bathroom and into the main area once more, her sneakers squeaking on the tile as she moseyed over to the a tall white fridge. She rummaged through it, being lucky enough to find a stockpile of energy drinks for their long-expected night shift. Should be a hell of a lot longer now... A hiss escaped the can as Hope cracked open a can of Full Throttle and slammed it back. Her skull felt like someone was trying to give her an unwanted cranium piercing, and she sat on the table for a few minutes to rest. A couple different things drifted through her mind. How much this fuckin' sucked, how hard she was going to hit the next guy that so much as raised an eyebrow at her, why the hell it had to rain that night, but she got an idea as she gazed emptily at the freight elevator. She pulled her goggles down over her eyes and her bandanna up and over her tissue-stuffed nose before pulling her phone out and putting on some Limp Bizkit as she got to work.

Bodies, motionless, laying slumped in a pile of random assorted garbage. The table, all the chairs, the fridge. Everything she could find in that room had been piled into the center of the now very crowded elevator. She'd been busy all right. Like usual, she zip tied all the assholes' hands and feet together, bundled together their weapons and radios and other junk and threw them as hard as she could in a random direction, and put them somewhere they wouldn't be a problem. And the wouldn't be a problem right there in the elevator.
"Alright, let's do dis," she stated rather unenthusiastically, clambering over the trash and also the random objects she arranged in the freight elevator.
"You sound happy," the hacker snarked.
"Like a ball of fuckin' sunshine..." the heroine retorted. "What floor?"
"No idea.
"Awesome." Her words dripped with what could only be described as bottled, liquid rage.
"Got a hunch, though. The good stuff is usually on the bottom floor. And even if it's not, you can start from the bottom and work your way up."
"*Sigh*... Oookay."

Persona: Death Walkers

Not to harp on anyone's case, but... is anyone actually going to post what happens after their character shoots themselves in the head? I mean, it's kinda putting everyone else in a tight spot. They'll have to ignore the fact that someone just shot themselves in the head if they want to respond and move the RP forward, or wait on that player to describe what happens. Unless you want the GM to roleplay that out for you, I mean, we all know how Personae are summoned (spoiler: It's shooting yourself in the head) and the GM doesn't explicitly know what you intend to do with it.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

Mila's inventory has been edited to reflect changes, along with her post. The little event where she was pushed and shoved around was everyone rushing to the small mountain of Rupees being spilled, if anyone was curious, although it's not explicitly stated.

Your go, Axel, although I don't think that Magus would still be there when Elder Lyontus arrived... but I bet he has questions as to why the Kokiri child is brewing up some homemade explosives.

EDIT: Almost forgot. Something I didn't state before, and I hope it's okay that I threw it in there, but a "Tumbleweed" would be a Kokiri slur for another Kokiri who leaves the forest. It is not a kind word.