DeathstrokeSW

ParaCom: Horror under the Sea

Interested and already drawing up a sheet.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

It is. I'm relaunching it soon under a different story. This new one will be partially inspired by the Arrowverse, and one of the roles is filled by me, as Ra's al Ghul. It will be set in Gotham, and Star City. If you're interested, PM me.

Mass Effect: The Regulators (Interest Check for ME2 era RP)

So in it's ridiculous.

Dimensional Crossover

I may be interested. Is Scorpion from MK taken?

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

@DeathstrokeSW are you going to update the roster with all the new characters?

@Natorix785

I will, when I have the time. Most likely later today.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

You'll see.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

@The Patriarch Look, this situation is not working out, so I am dropping you from the RP and request that you refrain from posting further in here. I wish you all the best in future endeavors on the Guild.

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

<Snipped quote by The Patriarch> Is this really that big of a problem for you? I feel as though there's a reason DSW beefed up our team. He likely has some big threat coming that's going to require those three to hold off so our characters can do their jobs.

@Lord Wraith

this. So much this

Suicide Squad: Fresh Meat.

I release my hand from Clark's shoulder and shake my head no. This isn't the time or the place for one of his temper tantrums or pissing contests. Right now, Amanda Waller has given us a mission; and I'm willing to bet everyone in this room has some method or another to achieve their own goals. Right now, Ms. Waller has made it very clear: We are to work as a team. So, with that in mind, I leave Clark be and walk over to Grid. "Grid, I need plans of Queen Bee's estate, and download files on everyone in this room. Upload them to my suit's feed." I walk back to the center, and Clark moves aside; he knows when I'm setting the ball in motion. Already I can see the plans for Queen Bee's estate in the heart of Biyalia's capital in my HUD. Pressing a button on my gauntlet, I punch up the blueprints of the complex and put them on 3D Display. It's a huge estate, with a football field's worth of land on all four sides, surrounded by a wall with a single gate, and a moat on the outer perimeter. The sewer lines underneath the city connect underneath the estate at one junction, but nowhere else. That junction may be critical to our escape if we need it. The ball is to be held inside the estate, in the large ballroom and attached dining room, large enough to seat at least 40-50 people. Queen Bee herself resides in the Master Bedroom. "Alright then. Let's plan. I have a suspicion that the outer wall of the complex will be posted with snipers at regular intervals. Reverse-Flash-" I pause as his file is uploaded to my HUD but not displayed. I take a photograph of it with my memory and move on."-Will handle perimeter detail once we're all inside and in civilian garb. Grid, contact Waller and see if she can get our invitations here sooner."

Warhammer 40k: Out of the Warp (A chaos Centric 40k RP)

The Plague Terminator, Lord Ligarius was the next to respond, his voice heavily distorted and disturbing from the ravages of the diseases festering inside him. His voice was deep, yet menacing, and his wounds festered. Blood poured from various orifices, as did pus and other instruments of the Plague Lord. It took barely a glance to recognize whom he sided with; as he was firmly, and devoutly a follower of Nurgle. In his six centuries however, six centuries of wars, petty squabbles, and service furthering Grandfather Nurgle's cause, he had never met the Dark Apostle, nor had he ever set foot in the ship he now stood on. Having heard of tales about the Chaplain Erebus, he was at once honored to meet such an early follower of Chaos itself. However, just because he was honored, did not mean he bowed prostrate or even acknowledged the Dark Apostle, save for a reverent tilt of his head. When the man finished speaking, he turned his head to the Great Unclean Ones who always guided him, always appeared to him, even if the others never saw them;He turned and spoke to them. "Great Unclean Ones, you have heard the Chaplain Erebus speak. I would heed your advice, if you give it." "Follow him. Serve the Cause of Nurgle, and rip out the False Emperor's heart!" Grimegal was the first to speak, the most enthusiastic of the three. "Mmm, if it fits the cause, why not serve?" Bleaz, the second spoke, always the more apathetic of the bunch. "Rip the head off of the False Emperor, and claim it in the name of Grandfather Nurgle! Spread virulent disease across holy Terra and make the people cry out to the Grandfather for salvation only HE can provide!" Zaeleaz said, the most violent of the three, and the one to hold the most sway over the Plague Terminator. Their piece said, their voices faded into the background, and the Plague Terminator raised his head and raised his mace above his head. When he spoke, his deep voice boomed off of the walls, resounding with a kind of devotion only found within the forces of the Plague God. "Dark Chaplain Erebus! We, the Forces of the Plague God, will carve straight to holy Terra, and rip the head from the body, spreading disease to a dying empire. It will be done."