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Who Believes In Fairytales?

@LexiconI understand that. Idle fingers typically signify dead roleplays. Thankfully we just had a brief lull. Also I've FINALLY posted. I just stayed up five whole hours getting my post and other owed posts out. I'll be punctual about this stuff from now on.

Who Believes In Fairytales?

Location: Outside Boogie's Beans

Mentions:

@Drag@Lexicon@Utrax

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Belly filled with warm meat and tortilla B.B felt the urge to do little else but stand beside the Taco truck. She watched and listened as Chupa verbally bounced off the still silent muscle bound Mothman. Though Chupa was loud and Mothman made dead silence seem noticeable, there was something strangely relaxing about the two together.

“Ha ha hahah.”

B.B choked out a laugh as she imagined the ripped, shirt hating Mothman pressing his milky man bosoms against the store front window of Little Red’s bakery. Normally anything involving the crimson hooded girl ceased to be funny in B.B’s mind. Just thinking about her made the disguised canine’s stomach feel like it was packed full of stones. However imagining the anything-but-innocent girl step out of the kitchen to see man tits pressed against her spotless glass windows was enough to overwhelm the wolf’s otherwise tainted perception of the red one.

Her amusement ceased as bits of gravel and glass bounced off her shin, Chupa’s worried growl cutting the air like a knife. B.B jumped slightly, eyes widening as she nodded her head.

“Uh, s-sure I’ll go out and see if I can catch up with him. Exercise after a good meal makes sense anyway. Thanks for the food Chupa, I’ll see you later!”

B.B bolted as soon as she finished speaking, taking Chupa’s suggestion as an excuse to distance herself from the taco pedaler for fear of an escalation. Sprinting down the street with surprising speed, hungs taking in sharp intakes of air, it wasn’t long before B.B finally caught up with the bug man. Though her path was less expedient she came huffing and puffing up to the front of Boogie’s Beans where Moth had stopped.

“What. Are. You. Looking at?” B.B asked between breathes, huffing and puffing with a red face as she turned her gaze into the shop and frozen in place.

Normally the sight of clean floors, caffeinated drinks, and decent air conditioning wasn’t exactly something that would raise the hair on her body. However Crier sat speaking to Rebecca. Though the glass and surrounding environment was noisy enough to muffle the sound, B.B could still make out a decent portion of what was being said.

Crier didn’t look pleased and Rebecca appeared to be an equal shade, though perhaps a different type, of unpleasant.

“Information? Why is the Crier going to Rebecca for information? Shouldn’t he be investigating the murder? Shouldn’t he be investigating Rebecca?”

B.B simply stared through the window at Crier with a grimace painted across her face, unsure what to make of the situation. She of all Tales had no right to assume the worst of others (save for Red) but something about Rebecca just unnerved her. The wolf didn’t know the whole story of the caffeinated bean pushing women, but more often than not a fragment of a story could tell more then the whole thing…

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

@glwgameplayerYeah it's gonna be pretty crazy when things kick off.

Honestly if there isn't anything in character anyone wants to do, I can simply take the votes for what direction the current player characters wants to go in and kick things off without having to wait.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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@Surtr | @redbaron1234 | @KaiserElectric | @Savo | @Oddsbod

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Brown was used to losing track of time. Trekking across endless miles of countryside, wandering down roads with signs marked in foreign tongues, crossing time zones and national borders without realizing it, all the while not having anything resembling a watch. Forgetting the day or even the month became ludicrously easy as the passage of time seemed to move as fast as Brown did in her travels.

However the moment Brown stopped was the moment everything slowed down. It was rare she stop in her travels, when she did it was often because she didn't have any choice. Broken bones and compounded ribs from botched fights usually being the 'choice'.

Being injured slowed everything down. Brown wasn't one to let pain stop her. Yet even as she bit back the pain of her wounds, she was bitten right back. The pain ate at her. Hindering her movements, her very thoughts. Pain made every single second perceivable.

A cut turned a minute into an hour.

A dislocated shoulder turned a day into a week.

Having twice her usual fare of Full Release injuries at the end of the Rio tournament...well they turned what was a week into a brief eternity for Brown.

For the first three days she couldn't really walk and could only barely sit herself up in bed. However after that she was able to move with some help until she was eventually moving around on her own. By the end of the week and their arrival in Germany her injuries had mostly healed, and time seemed to move seamlessly once again.

Brown sat in the back of the jeep as it chugged along through the bitter Germanic cold. A smile was on her face and she seemed to enjoy every bump and pothole the jeep hit, as if she was on a roller coaster ride.

Despite being in near constant pain for most of the week and under the delirium of high grade pain killers given to her by Jonas, Brown had enjoyed herself. Being around others who didn't seem to want to harm her was a foreign experience for the girl. Outside of her mother there was no one who she had stayed with who hadn't betrayed, fought, or tried to kill her.

Another foreign experience was money.

When Jonas had given her a share of the money he had 'retrieved' from the stadium Brown thought it was just a joke. It was only after she was told he wasn't kidding was she struck with the awe of having currency to buy things with. Of course she didn't know what to do with the sizeable amount of cash and Otsana had helped her put it into a special 'Black' checking account that she could access from various places in the world with different degrees of money exchange.

Brown had kept a good wad of money on her person and was quick to start getting sweets and warm food whenever the chance arose. Everyone had suggested buying warmer clothes for Germany, but Brown merely put down the money for several brick sized bars of sweet German chocolate instead.

As they rode along in the jeep Brown snacked. The sides of her pale cheeks were stained with half-melted/half frozen chocolate as she chewed heartily, grinning and rocking in her seat as she ate.

Brown was still dressed in her battered boots, camouflaged pants, belt in place of a bra, and her battered jacket unzipped at the front. However she seemed un-phased even as the blistering cold blew straight through her.

As a practitioner of G-tummo, Brown could freely control the temperature of her body. Some had to undergo intense meditation. Brown meanwhile had gained such a control over her battered, diseased body that she could adjust her temperature with minor concentration. Even in the bitter cold she felt perfectly fine, though her chocolate bars got very melty in her overly warm hands.

"This chocolate *chew* is so good! *chew* Does anyone want some of-"

Brown held up a gooey chocolate bar nearly half the size of a clip board, speaking with her cheeks packed to the brim with coco goodness. However her offer was cut short as the distant sound of danger reached her ears. Peering into the distance she saw and heard the pretense of a massive, metal machine in the shape of some kind of flying monster.

The fighter's eyes narrowed and her pupils began to dilate, ready for another bloody fight. However the lack of reaction from Jonas snapped her out of her killing focus and she looked around the jeep awkwardly.

"Uh, I've never been to Germany before. Is that super loud murder machine normal? Because I don't think that's normal..."

Who Believes In Fairytales?

@UtraxSorry! Sorry! I have a post in the works ;w; Didn't mean to hold you up.

@LexiconNo it's not dead, I've just gotten wrapped up in stupid crap and forgotten to post. Please accept my apology.

Test

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Brown was used to losing track of time. Trekking across endless miles of countryside, wandering down roads with signs marked in foreign tongues, crossing time zones and national borders without realizing it, all the while not having anything resembling a watch. Forgetting the day or even the month became ludicrously easy as the passage of time seemed to move as fast as Brown did in her travels.

However the moment Brown stopped was the moment everything slowed down. It was rare she stop in her travels, when she did it was often because she didn't have any choice. Broken bones and compounded ribs from botched fights usually being the 'choice'.

Being injured slowed everything down. Brown wasn't one to let pain stop her. Yet even as she bit back the pain of her wounds, she was bitten right back. The pain ate at her. Hindering her movements, her very thoughts. Pain made every single second perceivable.

A cut turned a minute into an hour.

A dislocated shoulder turned a day into a week.

Having twice her usual fare of Full Release injuries at the end of the Rio tournament...well they turned what was a week into a brief eternity for Brown.

For the first three days she couldn't really walk and could only barely sit herself up in bed. However after that she was able to move with some help until she was eventually moving around on her own. By the end of the week and their arrival in Germany her injuries had mostly healed, and time seemed to move seamlessly once again.

Brown sat in the back of the jeep as it chugged along through the bitter Germanic cold. A smile was on her face and she seemed to enjoy every bump and pothole the jeep hit, as if she was on a roller coaster ride.

Despite being in near constant pain for most of the week and under the delirium of high grade pain killers given to her by Jonas, Brown had enjoyed herself. Being around others who didn't seem to want to harm her was a foreign experience for the girl. Outside of her mother there was no one who she had stayed with who hadn't betrayed, fought, or tried to kill her.

Another foreign experience was money.

When Jonas had given her a share of the money he had 'retrieved' from the stadium Brown thought it was just a joke. It was only after she was told he wasn't kidding was she struck with the awe of having currency to buy things with. Of course she didn't know what to do with the sizeable amount of cash and Otsana had helped her put it into a special 'Black' checking account that she could access from various places in the world with different degrees of money exchange.

Brown had kept a good wad of money on her person and was quick to start getting sweets and warm food whenever the chance arose. Everyone had suggested buying warmer clothes for Germany, but Brown merely put down the money for several brick sized bars of sweet German chocolate instead.

As they rode along in the jeep Brown snacked. The sides of her pale cheeks were stained with half-melted/half frozen chocolate as she chewed heartily, grinning and rocking in her seat as she ate.

Brown was still dressed in her battered boots, camouflaged pants, belt in place of a bra, and her battered jacket unzipped at the front. However she seemed un-phased even as the blistering cold blew straight through her.

As a practitioner of G-tummo, Brown could freely control the temperature of her body. Some had to undergo intense meditation. Brown meanwhile had gained such a control over her battered, diseased body that she could adjust her temperature with minor concentration. Even in the bitter cold she felt perfectly fine, though her chocolate bars got very melty in her overly warm hands.

"This chocolate *chew* is so good! *chew* Does anyone want some of-"

Brown held up a gooey chocolate bar nearly half the size of a clip board, speaking with her cheeks packed to the brim with coco goodness. However her offer was cut short as the distant sound of danger reached her ears. Peering into the distance she saw and heard the pretense of a massive, metal machine in the shape of some kind of flying monster.

The fighter's eyes narrowed and her pupils began to dilate, ready for another bloody fight. However the lack of reaction from Jonas snapped her out of her killing focus and she looked around the jeep awkwardly.

"Uh, I've never been to Germany before. Is that super loud murder machine normal? Because I don't think that's normal..."

Test

Model Number: Design Pattern-15X
Designation: "Silver Will" Argevollen
Unit Type: Experimental Testbed Combat Phantom
Manufacturer: Lucen Critical Components/T&B Armaments
Operator: N/A
Rollout: March, 2038
Components:
*Head
*R-Arm *Torso *L-Arm
*R-Leg *Waist *L-Leg
Accommodation: Pilot only, multi-wall monitor closed cockpit in torso.
Dimensions: 10 meters tall
Weight: 40 metric tons
Operating System:
Armor materials: Lucenite/Titanium alloy, fiber reinforced plastic. (Electrically charged armor?)
Powerplant: High output Lucenite genearator x2 located in mid section.
Equipment and design features:
Fixed armaments:
Anti-Armor Dagger “Arkansas Toothpick” design
Knuckle Spikes

Optional hand armaments:
Custom Assault Rifle

Technical History:

Project Crossover [SMASH ARENA - Only PXO members allowed]

@Holy Soldier Don't work yourself too hard Holy. Fitness is important, but I'm currently laid up with a bum leg because I pushed myself too hard and fucked something up in my body. I look forward to the Smash Post however.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Holy Soldier Thanks for the heads up.

How is everyone doing by the way?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Pacific Point- Bed, Bath, and Beyond

Mentions: @Dedonus(Kyra Muller)

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“I could say the same to you, young lady.”

Behind Kyra several aisles down Devil cocked the hammer of his revolver and pulled the trigger. A deafening crack split the air as a .500 S&W magnum match round was spit from the breech of the revolver. Instead of hurling towards Kyra however the round was aimed upwards towards the ceiling. The match head round sparked against one of the overhead sprinklers before punching through the insulation and clean through the roof.

In an instant water began to fall across the store like a thick, heavy rain as the sprinkler system spread across the store kicked on. Devil, Hermit, Tower, the other robbers, and Gum quickly had their clothes completely soaked by the torrent of water. The tiled floors of the BB&B became slick and reflective as water pooled.

Following the start of the sprinkler system three other robbers (Five of Cups, One of Cups, and 8 of Swords) swung out into the central aisle and trained their sights on Kyra. The laser sights of their AN-94s showing like little red ladybug’s against the fabric of the fox girl’s costume, clearing marking the sensitive vitals they intended to shoot…

“Modern firearms and ammunition have long since been conditioned to withstand water.” Devil said calmly as he adjusted the neck of his tie. “Being totally submerged in water may cause issues, but a little rain is nothing. I can’t say the same for fireballs and extreme heat.”

Behind Devil in the main mattress display section the three remaining robbers finished packing up the drugs and money. They took their guns and sprinted over to the restrained hostages, tied up late night employees, and firmly grabbed ahold of them...

“You’ve shown you can burn us, rather badly,-”

Not too far from where Kyra stood Tower got to his feet, smoke rolling off his clothes as the water extinguished the flames that had been set by the fox girl earlier. The palms of the giant’s hands were darkened by first degree burns.

“But with this much water you won’t be able to outright kill or incapacitate all us that easily. Especially not before we shoot you, and certainly not before we kill the hostages.” Devil snapped his wet, gloved fingers together and the three hostages were quickly dragged out into view of Kyra.

“Anymore attempts at saturday morning cartoon heroics will result in the death of three innocent people, and possibly the death of yourself. So release my idiotic underling and we’ll be on our way. Unless of course you’re dead set on turning this into a bloodbath.”

Hermit whimpered pitifully beneath Kyra’s bootheel, grabbing his own wrist and gritting his teeth at the pressure his hand was put under. All the while Devil stared at Kyra with calculating eyes, finger on the trigger of his revolver as the other three robbers stood ready to fire at any sudden movements.

Off to the side Gum blinked, uncovering his ears and breathing deeply as cold sprinkler water soaked him down to his bone. The end of the deafening roar of military grade ammunition and the shock administered by the cold water snapped the boy back to his senses. Peeking his head over the edge of the tub he quickly surveyed the scene before him.

One fox women and nine armed robbers. Three aiming their guns at the fox women, and three more aiming their guns at hostages.

"Part of me is really happy this is happening, the other part of me is...still pretty excited by this." Gum's mind raced as his eyes flicked about.

The fox girl was obviously a hero, one who had jumped in and saved him from a deafening suppression of gunfire. As he thought about it Gum glanced around and realized that everyone had seemed to have forgotten him. In the excitement all eyes were trained on Kyra. Even the gatling gun wielding giant who moments before had been intent on murdering him, now stood staring at the fox girl with eyes burning with as much hatred as his clothes had fire.

"Now's my chance to run out there and finally get to kick some butt instead of running! But...if I do that then the hostages will get hurt."

Gum's maroon eyes stared through the shelves partially blocking his vision, seeing the squirming figures of the hostages held at gunpoint on the central aisle.

"It's a classic bad-guy trick! Holding innocent people out of arms reach prevents the heroes from simply turning their buttholes inside out. However that only works if the hostages are in danger. The moment a hero rescues them then the bad guys are screwed and it becomes a free for all."

A Cheshire smile flashed across Gum's face as he ducked back down out of sight and crawled across the slick floor. His blue tail flicked behind him as he slipped behind a row of shelves and left the bathtub section, sliding across the water trenched tiles and gradually making his way backwards towards the hostages. The robbers were too preoccupied to notice his movements, but Gum assumed and hoped, the fox-girl would see him moving around to save the hostages.

Crude Position Map 2