Dusty

Miraculous America

“Good luck Talon.” Serpentine managed before the winged hero took to the skies. For a few moments Serpentine sat still, staring off after Talon with a goofy grin on her face. The others were actually heeding her plan, and it was working out so far. The bad guys had taken Furitta to Luna’s Lunar Lounge where Mr. Johnso most likely deriving the bulk of his new army before spreading out further into town. All they had to do now was locate and isolate Mr. Johnson and defeat him. It should be easy, they already did it once before after all. Waiting for Talon’s call was agonizing, and as the minutes ticked away and the two girls stood awkwardly together on the top of the building Serpentine grew more agitated. Growing impatient Serpentine opened up her battle fan and fiddled about for a minute until something beeped and a screen materialized hopefully sending a call to Talon. The fan beeped for ten seconds, then twenty, then a full minute with no response. Something must be blocking her signal, and of course Serpentine didn’t know what. This was the first time she’d used the odd communication device and for the life of her she couldn’t imagine what would block a magical skype call. Folding the fan up Serpentine reattached it to her belt, only half listening to the new girl.

“Yeah, yeah we probably should… I’m not getting any response from Talon or Furitta, they could be in trouble.” Serpentine was about to suggest using the fire escape when the new girl, gifted with her power of immense leaps, bounded across the gap separating the two structures as easy as you please. Shutting her mouth Serpentine reached up and pulled her hood low over her eyes, grumbling something about flying and jumping and swinging on wires before calling across to the new girl. “You go on ahead, see if you can’t help Talon out. Remember to look out for karate kids, Talon said Mr. Johnson wouldn’t try and control them but I’m kinda skeptical. I’ll be right behind don’t worry.”

Animorphs: The Reckoning

@Holly Get well soon, whenever you come back I'll have Mason work up the courage to go speak with Emma's parents about her "disappearance" and then discover that's she been there the entire time.

Now, is anyone willing to time skip us to the next location with their post?

Wrath of Darkness

Corporal Andy Tabbet

“Roger that sir, see you on in V-1.” Snapping her clipboard down Andy jogged off calling her operators to accompany her. Behind them the team seemed to be getting to know each other a little better, as a few loud mouths began speaking in turn, or maybe out of turn. Either way Andy had a job to do, and she didn’t have time to waste listening to everyone ironing out the kinks in the chain of command. Delivering the signed papers to the quartermaster Andy Tabbet and her fellow operators parted ways, each one climbing into the driver’s seat of the four transports. Andy cleared the space between the suspension rig and the treehouse opening up all the doors to the QRTV allowing her passengers to board. Slipping on her helmet and mask the intrepid Corporal gave Commander Cross a respectful nod as he took the seat next to her. A press of a button later the QRTV’s engine roared into life rumbling and growling like some great hungry beast. Adrenaline rushed through Andy, and she grinned wildly, flipping a few switches on the command board.

“Copy Commander, engines are live. Proceeding drop on your command.” Waiting for Commander Cross’ say so Andy pressed a button on the dash, holding it down until a little light flashed on. “Ahem, attention crew of KV-73 V-1 this is your Corporal speaking.” She called, her voice amplified three times over so that even the man seated in the very back could hear her over the thunderous engine. “I’ll be your operator over the course of this trip. Please be advised I am a professional driver and I have only rolled seven QRTVs in my career. Now if you look out to your starboard side, which you can’t because it’s an up-armored bulkhead and isn’t transparent, you would see the technicians about to release the chains holding us in the air. Once the final safety lever is released we shall proceed to drop one hundred meters, say over three hundred feet in twenty seconds give or take a second. Don’t worry, most of the time that up-armored hull you can’t see through will remain intact. The suspension will catch the vehicle and we’ll bounce. Most of the time. It will still be rather shocking, and might cause mild nausea to the weak-of-stomach. So I advise you hold on, and strap into your seat belt. We should be released any second now…. Maybe…. Almost…. Ah ther-“


Andy unconsciously sucked in her breath as the chains were released and the entire metal rigging dropped from the sky, plummeting downward at a barely controlled speed. The Quick Response vehicle was just that, and the engineers who designed it weren’t interested in slow, safer descents. Still, no matter how many times Andy rode the drop she still hated the sensation of weightlessness that caused her stomach to lurch. Honestly most of the occupants of Vehicle-one probably rode the drop more than she had, and hold their lunch better as well. Being veterans of the wilds and everything.

Sure enough in roughly twenty seconds the vehicle came to a very sudden stop taking all the force on the chains and suspension, and more importantly the giant springs suspended way up high in the tree tops. The occupants barely felt anything besides a strange swishing sensation and the weirdest sort of bounce. For a few moments Andy let the chains swing, allowing the wildest movements subside before hitting the release switch and flooring the gas. The metal rigging opened up swinging away as the wheels spun free, connecting with the ground a heartbeat later. This time everyone felt to collision and anyone who wasn’t buckled in was thrown from their seat no matter how tightly they were holding on. A moment later the chains swung back clanging off the sides of the QRTV as it chugged forward bouncing over roots and fallen logs that cluttered the forest floor. Behind them the three other QRTVs suffered through similar scenarios before falling into formation behind V-1.

“Welcome to the ground.” Andy wheezed, sounding a bit queasy but otherwise cheerful. “Next stop, the wilds.”

Animorphs: The Reckoning

I've got some ideas for first morphs.

But before that, we need someplace where our heroes can converse in semi-safety. If any of y'all's characters would like to make a suggestion, and then quick time us to whatever location that'd be great.

Animorphs: The Reckoning

For what seemed like an eternity Mason wandered about in the forest his best efforts bringing forth nothing but frustration. On and on he went until he stumbled out of the encompassing trees onto a small dirt path. It took Mason a moment to figure out where he was, coming to the conclusion that he must’ve come across the hiking trail, just further down. An odd mix of relief and despair overwhelmed Mason and he closed his eyes in defeat. She was gone, nowhere to be found. He checked his wrist watch, eyes widening when he realized he’d been searching for three hours. Three whole hours, with Emma as a deer lost somewhere in the forest. Trapped permanently in the body of another creature by now. That’s what Elfangor had said, two hours at the most or the morphs body would become their body. Shame weighed heavily on Mason as he silently berated himself. He should’ve told her not to touch the deer. He should’ve known to scare it away. He should have found her and helped her change back. He should’ve stayed away from that construction site in the first place. This was his fault, he should have known better. And what of the others? Adrian, Stephanie, the strange Lalna, and Tammy. He didn’t know them well, but they needed to be warned lest curiosity killed them as well.

Picking up his pace Mason forced his tired legs into a steady jog, running up the hiking trail in the direction he hoped the others were in. It’d been a long time, they might’ve already given up on him and Emma or even come looking for them. Rounding a final corner Mason released a sigh of relief seeing everyone still standing there, looking lost and confused. For a moment he scanned their faces hoping desperately that Emma had somehow returned on her own.

“Hey,” he called, alerting them to his presence. He looked pretty awful, tired, sweaty, with his clothes torn and dirty from brambles. Mason kept his eyes downcast as he approached, only looking up when he drew to a stop, a slight tremor in his voice. “I couldn’t find her, and it’s been too long. She’s d-“ Mason stopped himself, there was no way of knowing for sure if she was dead. Even if they found a body it would be absurd to try and pick her out from another deer. “She’s gone. We need to find someplace safe to talk about this. We need to make sure this never happens again.”

Miraculous America

Releasing Talon’s legs Serpentine tucked and rolled as she landed on the roof top. At least she attempted to duck and roll, her landing was more of a crash and burn. Picking herself and hoping Talon and the newcomer hadn’t been watching to closely, Serpentine shook off the queasiness of the brief flying episode. No matter how powerful she was in the suit she still didn’t like heights. She tried not to think about how high up they were at that very moment. Or about how she would get back down, most likely clinging fearfully to Talon’s legs.

“Yes we are, and hopefully she’ll be okay until we can get to her.” Serpentine assured the newcomer. “Nice of you to show up and join us, we were just about to go beat up a bad guy… Again. Except, this time we didn’t know where he was exactly. Which was why Furitta got herself captured. But its all part of the plan, we just have to follow them and they’ll lead us straight to Mr. Johnsen. Then we can destroy his whip and purify the akuma somehow. We’re still working on that part though.” Serpentine realized a little too late that this rushed babble would sound like nonsense to the ill-informed. Slowing down Serpentine took a few calming breaths, reiterating on what was important. “We’ve got a plan, and we know what we’re doing. I think, but we also need to act fast.”

She turned towards Talon. “Hey Talon, do you think you could trace Furitta from the sky? You’re the only one who can fly. We can follow your directions from the ground.”

Animorphs: The Reckoning

Great, I'll tag everyone else and make sure they are ok with that as well.

@ayzrules @Aristocles @SupernovaBlitz and then Holly if she returns @Holly

Avatar: The Last Airbender RP

Sixteen players and two drop outs and the RP isn't even past the second page of the interest check. Clearly Avatar role plays are in style.

Animorphs: The Reckoning

Definitely, which is why we need to plan our next step so that we have some goal to push for. I’m thinking our characters should have a meeting and are all shook up about the early loss of Emma, and one of them suggests they should ensure they have control over the morphs they pick, so the same thing doesn’t happen to anyone else. Essentially they should practice. And then another character suggests they collect morphs. So our first mission will be them raiding the local pet store/zoo for morphs, and then testing them out in an controllable environment. Which of course all goes terribly wrong.

Animorphs: The Reckoning

It’s no hawk that’s for sure. But it shouldn’t be a problem really. Emma could return as a human later on and say she managed to morph out in time and was just lost in the woods.