FunnyGuy

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Malthemoor, Daka Island
Interactions: Myra @13org
Mentions:
Equipment: None

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“There will be much more violence on your path ahead, just avoid doing anything here.”

The crazed red-faced demon let a low growl emanate from his throat, Her felt himself beginning to calm, but best believe, fury still remained. His eyes had been focused on the door that had led the Seven Sins out and into a world that was ill prepared for them. It made the most sense for Lilith to push some of her most powerful children through the rifts of darkness. The dark elves had begun an inevitable war born from so much tension and conflict, and as mild as this world presents itself to be, it shall become harsh enough to rival a layer within the chaotic Abyss. So if the Seven Sins were the most suitable in extending the influence of demonkind to this new untapped world, and if this very world was most suitable to thrive given the current circumstances… Then where did he fit in? Despite his previous words of violence, he did not possess the great power the other sins held. They could bend wills and change the laws that kept a world together. What was his strength? What was his advantage?

Vrexen might have missed Myra exiting the room, but her camouflage failed her. He did not quite understand why this had happened, but he made a mental note to learn the reason.

“Myra! We will not be joining the likes of them.” His voice was sharp and demanding like a sergeant correcting a misguided soldier. Walking upright, he marched from the chamber with purpose despite not having any. With no care for Myra’s desire to remain unseen, Vrexen spoke to her as they made their way out of the castle and back towards the city.

“I know not what I must do, but I have you, a sister and native to this world. Mother may have intentionally placed you and I on the same path… To make me see… To make you see… Truth. Truth in what it means to be a true demon and truth in what it means to dwell in this world.” Vrexen spoke as he thought of the countless layers of the abyss he had thrived in. He had to learn how to live in these places before he could kill in these places.The same applied here. THIS IS HOW I WILL DEFEAT THOSE FOOLS! He briefly stopped mid step before continuing on. One problem plagued him however. Myra did not communicate through speech.

“Myra the unseen… the unheard… Hmm. Myra, I would like you to acquire something for us. We need a map of this world that I can use. I will go find us a second guide. One that can speak. I will meet you at the gate of this settlement when I have acquired someone suitable.” Vrexen was practically telling Myra to steal what they needed. Her abilities and physiology gave her a high affinity towards stealth. Why not use it for something other than hiding?

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Young Justice

Location: The Jet
Interactions: The Team

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The view of the night sky helped Rain... No. It helped Viktor drown out some of the negative thoughts that tugged at him. Piloting the jet had been a decision made out of the need to distance himself, but he hadn't expected to feel so calm where he was. Maybe it was because he was in control, or perhaps it gave him a sense of solitude. The small exchanges that occurred behind him were mostly ignored. He heard them, but wasn't actually listening for substance.

"Mission Report."

Viktor couldn't help the sigh that escaped him. He was aware of the importance of an after-mission debriefing, but he was still bothered by the events that had transpired. Before he could address Talon, Zach handed him his bag he had requested. It came with a bit of snark and a compliment, but that was somewhat expected.

"Thanks." He simply said before setting the backpack down beside his seat. "Mission Report. Squad B was tasked with conducting surveillance support to Squad A. Members included myself as command and control, Nymph on comms, Brightheart and Coal as overhead surveillance, and finally Gold Rush and Hex simply had eyes on the target facility from different vantage points. Comms were established by placing Nymph on the same channel as Squad A and remaining in the same position as myself. I made the decision to keep the rest of Squad B and myself on channel 2 so Squad A would only receive pertinent intelligence from me through Nymph. The mission progressed and Metamorph was investigating the unmanned vehicle. Myself and Brightheart had eyes on Metamorph and his surroundings for some time before I tasked Brightheart to conduct a brief overhead scan of the perimeter. While watching Metamorph, I spotted someone approaching from his blindside. I reported what I saw to Nymph who was behind a large boulder at our position. My message was not transmitted due to Nymph being incapacitated by her transformed body's prolonged exposure to low temperature…" He clenched his jaw before continuing his even-toned report to Talon.

"Metamorph never received the report in time and was spotted by the enemy. I had taken over comms for both squads that were on separate channels while Nymph's attempted to use my body heat to raise her core temperature. The alarms sounded and I ordered my squad and Metamorph who met Nymph and I at our position, to begin extraction. I wanted him to take Nymph, but she was… stuck clinging to me. I made the decision to remain on channel 1 to maintain comms with Squad A. It was during this brief time that Brightheart was spotted by the enemy and engaged by small arms fire. She retaliated by throwing the vehicle previously reported at the group of attackers before engaging them in hand-to-hand combat. Once your squad escaped the facility I carried Nymph with me to the jet. Brightheart followed..." He seemed to contemplate his next words before speaking again. He could have ended the report there. He could have.

"Our two points of failure in this mission were caused by Nymph's lack of understanding of her own abilities and Brightheart's disregard of our objectives. Metamorph was spotted and likely the direct cause for the alarm, but that would have been prevented if Nymph reported her issues regarding the cold. Brightheart might need some education on the idea of a covert mission, but Nymph simply does not belong on this team and I'm sure even she would agree with that fact. Here is not the place to learn about what you're capable of. It's what you're capable of that puts you here. This isn't training anymore." He did not care how harsh he sounded or that the others could clearly hear him.

Young Justice

Location: La Hoya to the Jet
Interactions: The Team

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After informing Talon of Ja's status over the radio, Rain heard the sound of gunfire. Aleen'a being spotted in the air, caused him to scowl at her in the sky. How did she let herself get spotted? Rain trying to maintain comms with Squad A only allowed for Aleen'a to perform a counterattack. She retaliated by throwing a vehicle and engaging the Kobra agents. He didn't bother saying a word. It was too late. Rain simply made sure he had a better hold on Daphne before carrying her all the way back to the jet as quickly and safely as possible. Once inside the jet,
Rain removed his helmet, revealing his face expressing irritation from the furrowing of his eyebrows. Despite his feelings, he ensured Daphne was seated and covered with blankets, keeping what might be vicious words to himself.

As soon as he figured she was secured, he quickly moved to the pilot's seat and proceeded to start the jet for a quick extraction once everyone was aboard.

Moments later…

Rain had volunteered himself to fly back. He hadn't really said anything about it, he just never left the pilot's seat. He needed time to process what went on during the mission. What they did right, and what they did wrong. Failure was not new to him, but the personal negligence he witnessed was unacceptable. There was one person who he could blame for everything wrong that occurred, but the more he thought about them, the more his skin felt hot. Rain set the controls to auto-pilot. Being too hands-on might not be the best idea.

"Zatara. Can you hand me my backpack?" He needed to eat some of the peanut butter-covered pizza he had packed inside of it.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Outside the Nest, Roshmi!
Interactions: Orias @helo, Nabarra @nasty, Kuroi @hide on mana, Mika @Tae, Sivaros @GingerBoi123
Mentions:

Equipment:

Pocket watch
Black stetson
Hunting knife
Rope
Black neckerchief
BFG 10,000 (recently upgraded)
Tinder box
Canteen
Matches
Two Gold nuggets
$40

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"That… that damn… that damn fuzz-tailed beast of a harlot… she's… whoa…" Slick had been cursing the mischievous bartender who slyly drugged him. He wanted to drown out the strange world around him, not distort it! His surroundings tilted, sharp corners smoothed out into round ones, and sounds came out muddied and garbled. His only sliver of fortune was his newfound fuzz-tailed lover of a woman offering a good time. At least that is what the outlaw perceived. The young beauty also scored some additional points for stealing him away from the dangerous poisons the vicious squirrel harlot concocted. He figured she might have fur in some odd places but what woman didn't? Besides, a little fuzz never hurt anyone.

Perhaps because he was eyeing his perceived potential bedmate, Slick took a little longer than normal to notice he and Mika were not a pair, but a party of four… no six! Four… four other suitors? A pointy-eared man, a dog man, two cat… wait what the hell?. A cat man and a tall cat woman, but they don't… they don't look right compared to other ones I saw. And then…

"Well lass, much aside LOVE, to wrap what I was using to own you, we've got some pretty impotent biscuits to take hair off so I'd say me and my friend’s hair might have to decline."

“What?” Slick commented with a twisted and confused look on his face. He looked to Mika inched closer to her.

"Oh though I do love these giddy-ups... Where did you get three charred mint litter mats from?"

“Hey darlin’, name’s Slick, how ‘bout you and I get goin’, y’know to the lovin’ you were proposing ‘bout a minute ago…” He winced and let out a low groan as he felt everything start to tilt again. Squaring his feet, he attempted to gain better balance. “Trust, I reckon it’ll be better than listening to these touched nonsense-talkers chipping their teeth. Can’t even understand a lick of what this pointy-eared fella is saying. Now trust me, a lady like you don’t need to be messin’ with a man that ain’t right in the head. Come on, you and… Whoooaaa!” He went to nod his head to the right to indicate the direction he wanted to go in, only to feel his whole world lean in that very direction. His eyes were wide with fear of falling over as he tried to regain his balance as he flailed his arms about, unintentionally creating a light breeze amongst the group.

Looking for Team Members for a Young Justice RP

@FunnyGuy

Are you still accepting? , I noticed you have 13 characters already.

@HEAVY METAL

We are still taking applications but it is not guaranteed that you will be approved. The better the app, the better chance you have. PM myself or @dreamingflowers if you have any questions. We have at most, 2 spots that will need to be filled.

Looking for Team Members for a Young Justice RP

Are you accepting people who are brand new and don't know the dc universe too well?

@Hybridjelly

Yes we are. We have a mix of long time DC fans, people new to DC, and a few in btwn. Original characters are welcomed.

Looking for Team Members for a Young Justice RP

Hello, we're in need of a few players to join our team. Creativity is welcomed, but you may also play an existing DC Comics character.

We're just about to complete our first mission and are willing to give new members a rundown of what's gone on since we've started.

Check out our OOC and Character thread for additional information if you're interested.

OOC

The Energy Storm

Time: Afternoon
Location: Gustavo's Gym, San Francisco
Interaction: @Xandrya Michele

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Michael had just finished his third and what was meant to be his last set of bench press when he went to take a look at his phone.

"I can probably fit another set in… shit." It wasn't super strength, but more like a boost in stamina. He normally rested 2 minutes between sets, but he honestly felt like he could cut that time in half. Noticing Michele's reply, he smiled.

Just want to chill. Your place maybe? I got some shit to tell you. He sent out the text and moved back under the bar. Energy manipulation… I think that's what my power is, and if I'm right, there should be way more I can do. But maybe I'm just an emitter… Perhaps he'd delve into absorption. That's if he could even figure it out. These powers shouldn't be no different than his physical training. Pushing your limits and exceeding them over time. Chest day, Leg day, Back… it was not so different if he broke it up in a similar fashion.

The Energy Storm

Time: Afternoon
Location: Floyd and Michael's Condo, San Francisco
Interaction: @Chulance Floyd, @Damo021 Nyssa, and @Xandrya Michele

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Hmmm… Michael stared at the ID card for a moment. It looked real enough. He knew his way around the checkpoints, but this was a good 'just in case' item to have in his possession. He slipped the ID into his wallet.

"Thanks and you too." Michael said as he exited the apartment and headed to his car. He sighed feeling he needed some kind of win. Anything.

When finally taking a seat in his car, Michael started it up and sent a few text messages. One to Nyssa stating Count me in on that elevated position. I can definitely do it.. And then he texted Michele, maybe she would be cool to hang with later. Hey 😁! You doing anything tonight?

And with that, he drove off, hopefully towards some better vibes.

The Energy Storm

Time: Afternoon
Location: Floyd and Michael's Condo, San Francisco
Interaction: @Chulance Floyd

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While groaning and getting on both feet, Michael couldn't help but think about what had happened with Lori. He couldn't even fight the woman who had appeared in their apartment. The worst part for him was that he thought she actually enjoyed the whole thing. Three days and all I can do is emit energy in its various forms… and survive laser beams to the chest. His shirt and chest were still scorched from where he was hit, but his skin only seemed to have first-degree burns if anything.

He wasn't sure if it was because the attack wasn't very powerful or he had done something to defend himself without realizing but it was a blessing he didn't end up dead.

Floyd reentering the torn-up loving room and speaking on how they needed to stop Adora was something he didn't want to talk about now.

"Just shut up about it. We can't beat her… Shit, we'd be better off joining her, to be honest. In less than five minutes, she killed the unkillable cop while also fighting us off…" He hated being negative but he had to be, at least he thought he had to be. He walked to his room and returned shortly with a navy blue shirt and black gym shorts. I" think I'm going to head to the gym or something, then get to cleaning this shit up. You can just dump body in the ocean
Just get it out of here." Michael headed for the door.