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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@PlatinumSkink Yep and my apologies on that, I've been a bit negligent to you. I was planning on steeling myself to put a post down for you tonight. I'll write the general sort of activities Creep was asked to do as well as setting the stage for their next meeting before they pull off something a little more high stakes. Sound good?

Dear Gamer: Let's Seek Each Other Out

I mean I'd like to keep playing but I'm not really in a position to make a post unless I want to venture out on my lonesome.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Sofia Stien - Icehouse Hideout

_{@yoshua171@BCTheEntity@floodtalon@ProPro@Old Amsterdam}

Having money was fun. Sofia had a tried out all kinds of food, bought a TV and tried some video games, a luxury she'd never had before. She found them entertaining. She'd also picked up a music upgrade, getting an updated music player with tones of tunes on it. Most of her time was spent in her room split between Dance Dance and Sims. For her purposes, she basically had limitless money. Now however they were planning their new job. Which meant Sofia was sitting at the table sipping a glass of chocolate milk and moving her head back and forth to the beat of her music while waiting for people to figure things out. Sofia trusted that other people have the ability to plan things better than her. She could pull of whatever they wanted without much trouble and they all knew how her power worked. Heartloss and Thunderbird were already talking, which was out of order since they were the new people. Not that she minded much. Mhm, chocolate milk was good...

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

Anybody else working on duels or should we move to tests or something?

Pokémon: Start

Dawkin Trustram

_{@PlatinumSkink@Pikmin Eye}

It seemed Martin wanted to take care of the Flabébé and Wooper would face a devastating attack if it tried the same. Ergo it made the most sense to simply obstruct the Marill and let Sprout continue unimpeded. To that end, "Wooper, block the tackle, shove _struggle Marill into the vine whip if you get attacked!" Wooper wasn't exactly great at physical combat but it was better than getting hit by that vine whip. Once Flabébé was out of the picture this should be as good as won, which should be soon if Sprout was able to land anything.

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Inventory

Items:
x1 Potion
x5 Pokeball
x2 Super-Potions
x1 Escape rope
x2 Repels
x1 Awakening
x1 Paralyze Heal
x1 Antidote

Pokédollars: 22p.

Pokémon

Aron

Atlas
Gender: Male
Type: Steel/Rock

Species: Aron
Level: 7
Personality: A stubborn and sometimes disagreeable little fellow, he likes eating. A lot. He's smarter than he looks and can be quite devious in order to get what he wants.
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Fill in as we go. Probably
Moves: Tackle, Harden, Mudslap, Headbutt
Ability: Sturdy. Allows the pokemon to survive an attack that would otherwise knock it out.
Held Item:

Wooper

Gender: Female
Type: Water/Ground
Personality:
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Level: 6
Moves: Water Gun, Tail Whip, Mud Sport
Ability: Water Absorb, will regain health upon being hit with a water-type move.
Held Item: None.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Nattook would like something in the way of a status update from you. It's been some time since your last post and you have the ability to post for both of your characters.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Lethal Force - Farce's Apartment

_{@Banana@solokolos@Spiffy}

Lethal Force. A group that had been the bane of many a criminal. Their investigation hadn't turned up much, Patriarch was a hard person to get information on. However, their efforts had gone far from un-noticed. The community was just that, a community and they had many eyes and ears. The group was in Farce's Apartment, meeting in the morning to discuss their plans. Hardly had they gotten ready to meet before a voice came from above them. "Naughty snoopers. But maybe you'll make good members of the community." The voice was raspy and it belonged to a bloody ghost like figure above them, parts of it rotting and looking like they about to fall off. It undoubtedly belonged to Limbo, a well known member of the Community. "Of course maybe you can succeed and help me where others have failed. If you want my help... follow me." The ghost flew out the door that lead out of the room, sticking her face back in see what they were doing.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Solomon

As always Solomon listened intently to the Goddess's words, trying to understand more about her. Her personality seemed to jump about like a demented rabbit and he simply couldn't understand her. She explained how she'd marked them with this stigma and a flash of energy surfaced within, revealing the same white that his wisp form had been made of, but now there was just a dash of an ugly purple, the color of a bruise. Somehow Solomon knew it had been brought by accepting his past. An ugly color for an ugly past. Did he even deserve a second chance at life like this?

Well it didn't matter what he deserved. Solomon was alive again and this time his life wouldn't have such inconsequential results. Nera took out her blade again and Solomon was afraid she'd reveal her terrifying self again and perhaps go even further, but no such thing happened. A sword-dance of sorts, until the blade suddenly raced towards one of them. Solomon almost moved to help before he realized a blade was pointed at his own chest as well. A single gesture from Nera and it raced through his body. Though Solomon had prepared himself for piercing pain, instead the blade seemed to suck everything away, leaving him in an empty void. No feelings, like he was floating in an empty world. It scared him.

It left him only to be replaced with the intense feeling of condemnation from behind him. Solomon turned to see a recurve bow laying on the ground. It was nearly as big as he was, oozing with some black substance that obscured most of it's appearance. It was alive. He could feel it staring at him, condemning him for the same actions that caused the guilt that he felt. Out of some strange sort of instinct Solomon raised his hand and the bow flew towards him, landing in his hand and latching onto it at the middle. He felt a mouth close over his hand, teeth gripping his wrist threateningly. It was heavy, the massive bow pulled down at his arm, though not as much as it perhaps should

Nera explained they were their sins, nightmares, and forgotten pain. "Explains why it's so big." The goddess also explained that this was all she could help them with, though they may always return here. Solomon was examining his weapon when his arm jerked upwards, causing the blade the had been coming for his neck to be deflected by his bow; drawing his attention to the fact that the limbs were bladed beneath the seething darkness. The teeth tightened briefly on his wrist, drawing a bit of blood as though reprimanding him before retreating to their normal firmness. Solomon watched the girl with the blade that had nearly decapitated him spiral off the edge before returning his attention to his weapon. "So you do care." He pinned down the feeling he got from the weapon. A predator. A wolf. Watching and waiting patiently. Condemning him for weakness. Solomon tightened his hand on the grip, as though it would help him firm his resolve.

"A cowards weapon. Fitting enough in it's own way." He said softly. The weapon didn't deign to respond. With a bow you could kill someone without even seeing their face. It made it easy. Of course Solomon hadn't had that luxury, those he'd killed and had seen killed were people he'd known. Yet the killing had been all too easy. Three over the edge already. Solomon walked forward. "Thank you for your help Goddess, I'll be sure to return." With that last statement he stepped over the edge and closed his eyes.

As he stepped off it occurred to him he was rather afraid of heights.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

I mean given how big point differences are being 3 or more points away in any given stat is a prettttty big difference, so it makes sense to push towards even growth.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

I'd say that's a little too situational to tell tbh. Too much depends on weapon choice and magic choice as well as environment.