Corporal Lance

Ascension

I'mma have something up tonight, but I'm gonna be at work all day. Interesting take having a psychic fight another psychic!

My life as an Anime Character

Yeah, I'm holding off for now. I don't have anything to bring to the table while I'm lying in wait. While in the interest of the story I should go out there, if I was being true to myself I'd be as still as a statue and wait for the noises to stop or to ambush someone.

Fair warning, I'mma put whoever enters the door in a choke hold... but it won't be a good one. 1.) Y'all are a lot fucking taller than me. That's a problem. 2.) My wrist is still fucked up. 3.) I'm not used to my new reach yet, and 4.) I'm a 100 lb little girl. I'll warn you ahead of time that I'm going to godmod the choke into completion, but it'll be the type of grapple you could just kind of shrug off.

Ascension

Phantasm had been so completely amped at the prospect of getting her first "official" (Emily Vickers and her stupid ice breath and bitchy attitude junior year didn't count) superhero fight that she hadn't stopped to consider that he was making fun of her name, and strode boldly along the wall to her designated room. She could feel the blood coursing through her veins, the adrenaline kicking in as her anxiety collapsed in on itself to form a compact ball of focus and determination. The only individual stopping her from becoming a hero was just behind Door Number 8, and she was going to turn them into chalk dust. Fuck the stretcher, they'd be leaving in a trash bag. In the line the other rookie heroes would whisper and murmur about Door Number 8. The only people who went in left looking a lot worse on the way out, and whoever was in there had enough juice to keep kicking ass and taking names scrub after scrub for hours at this point. Even now she could feel the eyes boring into the back of her, everyone watching the new meat swagger its way into the grinder. She wanted them to watch. This wasn't a test, it was a goddamn competition, and Hope was gonna thrash it. Let them see her walk out of this room taller than anyone else, harder than anyone else, and better than anyone else. Just let them see.

The steel vault swung open slowly, and Hope dauntlessly waltzed inside to find... nothing. Not a soul. The room was sleek and clean, like a smashball court except maybe tougher. And no one was here. Hope paused for a moment. This was either for dramatic effect, whoever she was fighting was invisible... or it was a trick. Unfortunately, Hope was already high on adrenaline on top of being an impatient person. She instantly decided that she didn't have time for this bullshit.
"Hellooooo-ooo?!" her muffled voice echoed through the chasm of nothing, bouncing off empty walls as the vault eerily shut and spun behind her.
"Are we gonna fight today?! Helloooo-ooo?! Anyone?! ...Is this some kinda stupid joke or what?!" She spun around as she walked toward the center of the room, more than once, but didn't spot anyone. Lying in the middle of the room was a brick, painted as white as the walls were.
...Seriously? So this was some kind of mind game?
"If you're trying to psyche me out, it's not gonna work! So stop wasting my time, get out here, and fucking fight me!"
It was the only thing in the room, so it was obviously significant. There wouldn't just be one brick and nothing else. Probably a trap. The thing is, Hope didn't really give a damn. Whatever would come would come, and she'd tough it out and smoke'em. So Hope did the reckless thing.
Hope reared back, and kicked the brick.

Ascension

Cool man. I'm up at 0500 for PT, then work until my official end time of 1600 and not-so-official end time of "whenever the fuck the work's done", which is usually past 1700 or as late as past 1900. If you get something up during the daytime, I'll see it on my phone, though. Chances are if I've been Online during daytime hours I'm on my phone at work.

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (CLOSING, look for reboot!)

I guess this is my Super Official Notice^TM, but I won't be able to commit to this. It took for-freakin-ever to even make up my first character and I never got around to the second, and although I would've liked to involve myself in something like this the amount that's there is pretty daunting. I sure as hell won't be able to keep up with anyone, and I don't want to slow y'all down. Maybe next season, but I'm not ready for this one. Sorry to seem like a flake.

Fire Emblem: Dragon's Gate

I'm sorry to lead everyone on like this, but I'm gonna have to bow out. It normally takes me days to even respond to the OOC of RPs that I'm in currently running, let alone get an IC post up. I won't be able to take any kind of GM position reliably, and if we started we'd probably get maybe two posts for me with weeks of delays. So I apologize to everyone for wasting your time and getting your hopes up.

If anyone wants to take the system, premise, setting, whatever, and roll with it, you have my blessing and I can help you out if you ask for it. I can even give anyone who's interested in the full setup the story we lined up behind the scenes, but I'm not able to participate in any big RP like this, GM or otherwise.

Ascension

I'm a dude. He's a dude. She's a dude. We're all dudes, yeah! ...but seriously, I'm a guy.

Put something up, ready to rock and roll. I'm about to turn in, I'm hoping on being able to get something in tomorrow as well since I don't think I'll have anything pressing to deal with.

Ascension

Shit, twelve times? How hard is this going to be?

...No. Nope. Not gonna psych myself out. I'm a badass, I've got this. There's no way I'm letting myself back down.

She took a step back at the winged girl's overly cheery attitude with getting her ass handed to her on a plate several times over, and unconsciously took a step back. Hope chuckled along with her though, out of obligation or because her energy was infectious. Hope couldn't tell, but she seemed a little... unhinged. Maybe she took one too many shots to the head? In any case, she had to admire that suit that she wore. Protective armored plate was a nice touch, Hope wished she had something like that, something actually designed to keep you from bleeding from holes you didn't have before over the stuff she just kind of threw together. It was a mild case of cape envy, she'd admit, but the first thing she was doing with her government funds was getting a suit that would keep her alive. Or, y'know. Electricity for the month or something.

Hope had come to getting a little discouraged. Seriously, putting her up against a bonified hero? That would freakin' suck. She could throw a punch with the best of them and put someone on the ground if she had to, but unless she had a key advantage over someone with her ability the best she could do was keep someone away from grinding her face into the floor. And she couldn't keep that up forever. Someone with super strength wouldn't be nothin' if she could keep taking their legs out from under them from across the room, and she doubted anyone with telekinesis like her could brawl like she could, but if someone came out with something weird like photon rays or teleportation she might be screwed. But she was stubborn. Phantasm wouldn't give up so easy. They could slam her into the ground all day, the floor'd give out before she would.
"Really? I'm kinda surprised, you'd think that someone like Diamondback has better things to do with her time than fight the scrubs. No offense, kinda a scrub too, here," she speculated, any hesitation she had hidden through the modulated voice unit on her face. "This is my first, but I think I'll be good. Unless they can throw a truck at me, they won't even slow me down. And the truck won't slow me down for long."
...The cockiness in her voice, however, was close to impossible to mask.

Hope watched as the line shortened, waiting her turn rather impatiently, wishing that her time wasn't getting wasted. She was amped, she was pumped, why couldn't she fight someone already!? Honestly, how long could it take to put someone out and free up a room? The psychic would-be-heroine gave a friendly "go get-em" to her acquaintance with the wings, but she was being friendly. Hope didn't think she'd make it. Thirteen wasn't a lucky number for anyone, and if she was going in beat up since the last time the odds were kinda stacked. It wouldn't be long now, but that just made Hope more impatient. She took to stretching out her shoulders, stretching out her back, toe touches, anything to eat up time until she get bored and simply stood with her arms crossed and fingers drumming. After what seemed like half an hour, a couple of medics wheeled out another trainee on a cot. Awesome, free room. It actually wasn't too uncommon at this point, Hope had watched people get taken away at least five different times. She'd rubberneck and waste more time and it'd make her a little anxious, but she'd get over it. This time it was someone she recognized. Bat-girl was laid out on a white bed, strapped from ankles to head, looking more bruised than an apple someone chucked down a flight of stairs and she still had that goofy happy-to-be-here grin. Hope gave her a subtle two-fingered salute as she passed and stepped up to the next spot in line. That would be, the front of the line. For-fuckin-finally. At least this guy looked a little more reasonable than the prude at the front desk.

"Phantasm. Telekinesis and Levitation," Hope stated with confidence and a hand on her hip, standing proudly with her shoulders back and chest forward.

Ascension

It's no problem man, you write plenty. Don't worry about matching up to me in anyway, a lot of my reactionary stuff is going to be short. I'll just write out a bit to set up the scene and right now I'm establishing character, so it'll be a little bit more. I'm gonna try to knock out a short response tonight, we'll see how that goes.

My life as an Anime Character

I kinda get what you're saying now. I assumed that since we were put into the bodies of other people we'd basically be dumped into their lives with their same relationships and all that jazz, have some people to "find us out".

For the hometown bit? Sure, why not. I'd like to play the "your body used to be someone else" angle, I think that'd be a pretty neat arc. If I were in that situation and figured out everything up to that my soul was transferred to the body I happen to be driving, I'd be pretty preoccupied with what happened to that person's soul. Besides, it gives the "having a different body" thing less credence, we might as well be cell-shaded versions of ourselves at that point if we're brand new and get to establish our own personalities before we interact with people vice being thrust into a unique position. I had the intent that those pictures were from some time in the past anyway, so that could work out just fine.

Yo @malmshodes, I'm lovin' your crazy metaphors, man. I might have some filler in later, but essentially I'm not doing anything but lying in wait and holding out until it gets quiet or someone tries to force their way into my room. If anyone wants to engineer it this way for convenience's sake, the door can be unlocked.