Etranger

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Taro Tanaka

Taro was taken completely off guard when the villain enacted his final, explosive plan. The initial force of it ruined his balance and concentration, causing him to lose his grasp on his arsenal of office equipment and stumble around briefly. By the time he regained his composure, the villain was already absconding making a....joke as he left? Taro did not understand the emphasis on "Ahead", and he didn't need to in order to make this man fall to earth. But he did need energy and concentration to do so, and between the first explosion winding him, his daring catapult into the building, the cuts and bruises and knocks and just about everything he had suffered, he just didn't have it left in him to effect any telekinetic restraint. Taro sank to his knees, quite dejected. There was nothing glamorous or even unique about this failure.

After a moment to regain his composure, he spoke to his chance companion. "Well, there's not much left for us but to leave. I for one am going back to where we started, as I know at least one of us suffered a nasty blow back there. Care to join me?" He gestured towards a sturdy desk that he was levitating to the window. It was big enough for two to stand upon, and while all this fuss and bother had taken a lot out of Taro, he was sure he could manage a safe descent down to the ground. After that, he would rejoin the others and await professional assistance.

@Krayzikk @Crimmy

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Berke Bayamaar

It seemed to be that the place really was haunted. Or at least Berke thought that was the case. With the seemingly ever changing stance on it, Berke wasn't sure what to think. Still, he would rather find a fun haunted house than hear about someone's make out place, as that was just none of his business. He was tempted to see if anybody else wanted to find out more about it, but his eye caught sight of somebody sitting far away from the others. She did not at all look like she was having fun. Could she be feeling isolated from the group? If that was the case, then it was up to Berke to make things right.

Plonking himself down at the table with the feline, Berke beamed broadly at her as he said, "Hello. My name's Berke. What's yours?" He expected this to be the start of a beautiful friendship, unaware of the possibility this girl had chosen isolation intentionally, nor did he appreciate the significance of her resembling the one that was now the center of attention in the cafeteria.

@FlitterFaux

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Taro Tanaka

Taro wanted nothing more than to continue his object-based assault on the criminal, but the girl in the room beat him to the punch. "Kid!?" He exclaimed as she left him with a contingent request. As far as Taro could tell, this girl seemed around the same age bracket as him. He did not appreciate being referred to so diminutively; 'kid' had connotations he did not like. But however the phrase might have miffed him, there was a more important task at hand, and Taro intended to see it through. He would have much preferred to be the one beating the criminal himself, but this arrangement would have to do.

As the woman engaged the man, Taro readied a number of chairs and computer monitors from the area. If the lady was to be knocked down, then Taro was going to follow up by smothering the villain with his various office implements.

@Crimmy@Krayzikk

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Berke Bayamaar

Berke had been concerned after Mark's failure that his friend would take it rather hard, but it turned out he needn't have worried; Mark had a damn well imperishable positive spirit. He was absolutely fine and not in need of any consolation or encouragement. It was a good thing to see. In fact, it seemed like just about everyone was having a good time at their after test party. The only thing out of sync with the festivities was talk of a haunted house on the school ground. Berke was not aware that ghosts were a thing, but if they were, he really wanted to see one. There was no reason it couldn't be a perfectly friendly ghost if there was one. Unfortunately, from the words of one that spoke up following the spooky revelation, it seemed as though talk of haunted grounds may in fact not be true. That was severely disappointing to Berke.

---

Mycona Frisa

Mycona was in the midst of, once again, shoveling food down her throat as she listened to Yvetteurzenheim talk about a place that was haunted. Mother had explained that the place from the book she read was 'haunted' because a 'spirit' lived there. Mycona did not understand what was supposed to be so frightening about a 'spirit'. Both Yvetteurzenheim and the hero of the book seemed concerned by spirits, and Mycona had no idea why. Shortly following, a big bug came and told her that the building was only being used by 'couples' who wanted 'privacy'. Mycona wanted to know what couples of things were going in there, and why they needed to be in private, but everyone was still talking, so her questions would have to wait. He also mentioned something about scaring 'freshmeat'. Mycona could not fathom how fresh pieces of meat could be scared, nor why anybody would purposely try to scare them. Again questions bubbled up in her mind, but she would just have to wait and see what would be said next.

@FlitterFaux

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Taro Tanaka

Taro Tanaka would not suffer this man to escape him. It was bad enough that he had committed murder and assault, but now he sought to escape them? He would not have it. With a monoscopic focus on the task of bringing this fiend to justice, Taro jumped atop a nearby manhole covering. While the act might seem random and pointless at first, the purpose became apparent when he lifted the cover with his mind and flung it into the air, propelling both the cover and himself. He traveled, airborne, in the direction of the building the villain had fled inside, and smashed his way onto the floor they had escaped into through a window.

Though he attempted to manage the landing with grace, Taro ended up slamming into the floor rather heavily. Coupled with the cuts he endured from smashing through a pane of glass, suffice to say Taro was hurt in a quite a few ways. However, filled with adrenaline and heroic determination, Taro would not lay down and lick his wounds, and instead rose, chest puffed out, ready to confront the perpetrator. "Submit, villain!" He called out, calling upon his extraordinary powers to hurl a nearby office chair at the man. He would endeavor to avoid hitting his compatriot who was locked in combat with his attacks, but he would have to see if chance would be kind in that regard.

@Crimmy @Krayzikk

Persona in Wonderland: A Persona RP.

Nicola Khumalo

This really was one dull dream. It even seemed like everyone else was taking this situation way too seriously. What kindof dream was she having where people acted like real people? The bulk of these people were acting as though there really was a talking rabbit in front of them. It was on this line of thought that Nicky got to thinking. At first, she shrugged the idea off as absurd, but the more she thought about it, none of this had the hallmarks of a dream. In spite of the absurdity of a talking bunny, everything else was all too sensible and predictable. If this really was a dream, she would have expected something wacky to happen by now, like everyone falling into the sky, or an ice cream salesman passing through. This was too boring, too normal.

The clincher came when the huge, black rabbit showed up on the scene. While this was a strange turn of events, Nicky did not feel at all comforted by it. This thing was intimidating, and many people were starting to flee from it as prompted. An overwhelming sense of reality washed over her, and she decided that she was going to make tracks too, following behind those already running in search of safety in numbers. She didn't honestly know for sure if this truly wasn't a dream just yet, but if it was, it was a nightmare, and she was going to treat it like one.

Boku No Hero Academia RP: New Horizons

Hisano Okabe

@Avant

Hisano nodded casually as the stranger took a seat next to her. "Hisano Okabe." She replied plainly after receiving his name. This would have been the time to make small talk, had events not played out the way they had. Aside from the general chattiness of the class at large, a few incidents distracted her from talking. A small looking boy came tumbling in through the door. Hisano didn't know whether to remark at his clumsiness or the fact that he looked like he belonged in a much lower level of schooling. There wasn't much time to spend gawking at him, as Noah decided this was the best time to bust out their quirk. Hisano wasn't even sure if they were supposed to be allowed to do that at this point. The events kept on coming, however, as their teacher decided this was the perfect time to finally speak up and begin their little introduction.

He didn't spend a lot of time talking though, and gave them the simple task of getting into their gym clothes and meeting on the field. He seemed intent on being as vague and mysterious as possible. As he prompted everyone to leave, Hisano followed suit, only pausing to offer a farewell to Yoshio. "I'd offer to go together, but I think that might be a problem, if you know what I mean. See ya on the field, Yoshi." With that, she was off, and she was going to get changed like the rest of the students and prepare for whatever the teacher had in store.

Worlds Apart

If there had ever been a point where Michael Keahi regretted having principles, it was right now. It seemed not even a crying little girl was off limits to Prince Stabitty, who was determined to be as creepy and bothersome as he could be in her moment of grief. Michael was sincerely regretting not having just stomped on his neck back at the beginning. He would have done something about him right there and then, but as if right on cue, Kate showed up to make everything worse. Michael was starting to think he was something of a clairvoyant. In truth, it was not unreasonable to come to the conclusion that the masks might be a problem, nor was it to try and keep Anni from getting wrapped up in all this. However, this was the worst time to be making a scene of it, and that was proven by Anni's immediate and hostile reaction to her attempt to take the mask. Kate had fucked it up. Michael had a feeling that most of it was a product of her emotions being at their peak, but that only made it clear why this was the absolute worst time to try and sort this out. With Anni in this state, Michael decided it was best he just let her be. There was no need to give Kate an earful either, as he was sure she was kicking herself enough for this already, and he wasn't so petty as to give her a tongue lashing for being slightly foolish.

He had no qualms about turning and smacking Oedipus right in his disgusting, monstrous face, however. "Fuck you and your subhuman bullshit, motherfucker. Now start walking." With that, he turned and marched off alongside the others who were all making tracks for the Magician. Right now, Michael planned to march at such a pace that Oedipus would have to work hard to keep up with him or face being dragged along.

Finally, they all came face to face with the much awaited Magician and his cadre. They were weird, they were wacky, and Michael couldn't give less of a shit. They'd been dragged through this weird and wacky world long enough, and all he had a mind for was some answers. In particular, he had a deep desire to answer the question 'Why should I even give a shit?'. As agitated as he was, however, he didn't exactly want to launch into a hostile barrage of questions. He still wasn't so sure how mercurial these alien hosts of theirs might prove to be. They would have to approach this with some degree of tact.

Tact was swiftly thrown out the window by Ascot proving true to his quick tempered nature, swiftly accusing the Magician of having brainwashed the villagers. Michael started to remember that it was his plan to attack the Magician when he thought he had the chance. He hoped to God that wasn't still the case. Fortunately, the Magician didn't take offense to his question or anything, and instead just answered him. Michael couldn't suss out what he meant by his answer entirely, but from what he could gather he meant that Ellard wasn't even real, or his memories weren't real at least. It would be better if it were true in a manner of speaking, but still, they really weren't in a position to decide what was true here by a long shot. The Magician invited them inside to explain further. While thoughts of conspiracy and traps played at the back of Michael's mind, he had honestly had enough of having to second guess every tiny detail and worry if he was getting the full story. He was going to go along with this, and if it all turned out to be a big deception to fuck with them, then so be it. It wasn't as though they had much chance of succeeding at anything else anyway.

"Come on guys, let's go." He spoke aloud. The sooner they all got to the point of this, the better. He gave Oedipus a harsh tug to signify that he needed to keep up. As he passed by Ascot, he said to him, "Remember what I told you before." He was referring to his telling him not to jump the gun with the Magician, whether it be to attack him or assume he was Ellard in disguise or whatever the fuck was going through his mind. Hopefully a satisfying explanation lay inside this little keep of theirs.

@Redward @TaroAndSelia @Mammon @Scarescrow

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Well, I finally got around to posting after much time.

...and yet I think I still count as one of the faster posters out of those that have yet to do so XD

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

Taro Tanaka

Taro was upset with failing to get people's attention at the best of times, but now everyone was ignoring him mention that somebody was dead. Didn't any of these people want to focus on somebody that was dead, rather than chasing each other around and getting mad at each other? Eventually, it seemed their attention would be forced to focus on something more important, as an explosion erupted in their vicinity. The poor man that had actually been trying to make a call and do something about the dead person had born the brunt of it. Taro's heart went out to him, but there were more important matters at hand.

One of the others, fittingly one of the ones fixated on chasing others around, immediately rocketed off in pursuit of the apparent culprit. Them being attacked while standing around someone that was dead could only mean one thing; the individual attacking them must be involved in the crime. Taro leapt into action alongside the others, and while he could not preform flying leaps across the city, he could certainly hurl objects over a significant distance. Acting fast, he used his powers to tear free a piece of metal railing from a nearby building and hurl it in the direction of the culprit. With luck, even if he couldn't land a hit, he could give them pause enough for the others to bring him down. At such an important time such as this, no heed could be given to ensuring he dispatched his foe in a unique and befitting fashion...unless he could do so easily.

@Crimmy