Half Pint

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Just writing to say I think this looks really interesting and I love the idea! I'm not sure the wealth mechanic is something I vibe with but I'll definitely be reading along this is really cool!

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Maybe a bit edgy but...

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Though kinda new to this, I would be open to helping with brainstorming and worldbuilding. I enjoy both and maybe I can help with figuring out the next rp.

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Hmmm, I will be impressed if anyone can recognize the char or the comic he is from.

@Theyra

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I'm really liking all of the ideas on this thread! I've wanted to play Blade for a while so hopefully whichever RP gets made would fit him.

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I'm going to come out the gate and say I'm not going to be continuing this.

This is no judgement on MB I know why he isn't around, sickness and then trying to get back in is a bitch.

I just don't have the time to GM a project.

@Sep

That's fair, thank you for continuing on as long as you have. I've felt this RP losing a lot of steam as time has gone on so I think it would be best for me to call it a day too. I've really really enjoyed writing for this though, so if it ever gets rebooted or starts up again I'll definitely reapply. I hope we can all get the time to get something like this going again in the future!

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@Ezekiel Adding Kara is such a cool idea!

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Finally updated Black Panther's post catalogue now that volume 1 is complete!

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Volume 1 - The Heir of Dorado

Return to Tradition

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Necalli had been in the cell for what felt like days. All he could feel was the damp, cold stone pressing against his skin as he sat with his back to the wall. His thoughts were a mix of anger, frustration, and worry. His father had imprisoned him for acting out of line, but Necalli still believed he had done what was necessary to protect Dorado. Yet now, trapped in a dark cell, all he could do was replay the events over and over again in his mind. He tried to focus, to meditate like he had been taught, but sleep would claim him in waves.

But there, in the heavy silence of the prison, something shifted.

The torchlight dimmed, and the air grew heavy. Necalli blinked, trying to shake off the weariness that had settled over him after hours in the cell. But when he looked up, he wasn't alone.

Before him stood a figure, towering and almost primal in appearnace. The first Black Panther stepped forward, his voice deep and commanding, echoing in the narrow confines of the cell. "You wear the mantle of Black Panther, and yet you sit idle while your people are in danger."

Necalli froze, his eyes widening. This was no ordinary vision, it was vivid, sharp, more real than the world around him. He felt like he could reach out and touch the man in front of him had he not been rooted to the ground in fear. He wanted to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

The figure crouched down, leveling his gaze with Necalli's. "Your prison is not these walls. It is your hesitation, your doubt." His voice seemed to resonate in the stone. "You have the strength of your ancestors within you. Escape is not just about force but about seeing the world beyond what it is."

Necalli's heartbeat quickened as the Black Panther raised his hand and, with a flick of his wrist, the cell walls began to shift and change. The bars seemed thinner, the mechanisms in the walls revealed themselves, and he could see the guards' patrols. In his mind's eye, the path to freedom appeared.

"You are a protector." the first Black Panther continued, his voice like a war drum in Necalli's head. "You will find the way out, not through brute strength, but through wisdom and cunning. The mantle you wear is not just power, it is knowledge."

Necalli blinked, and just as quickly as the vision had appeared, it faded. But the clarity remained. He could see it all; the weak points, the guard patterns, the way to freedom. The path was there.

Before he could act his vision was broken by the sound of the heavy cell doors creaking open. Yaretzi slipped into the room, her face half lit by the dim torchlight in the corridor. She had a determined look in her eyes, but it softened as she saw the condition her brother was in.

"You look like death." she muttered, kneeling beside him and passing him a small tablet through the bars. "I cracked the encryption. You were right. L Corp isn't just any company. It's short for Lexcorp."

"LexCorp?" Necalli repeated, confused. "What's that?"

"From what I gathered, it's a massive corporation, one of the biggest in the world, led by some guy called Lex Luthor. Imaginative name for his business, I know. But here's the thing, Luthor is just funding this operation. The real mastermind behind it all is called Klaue. The same Klaue who's been linked to military grade arms deals, mercenary operations in remote parts of the globe, and supplying black market tech to criminals the world over. He's been funding research on Dorado for years. God knows why or how he's convinced we exist, but he's getting close to proving it."

Necalli frowned, taking in the information. "So, Luthor is what? Some kind of businessman? Why is he helping Klaue? What stake does he have in this?"

"Businessman is putting it lightly. He's more like a billionaire with too much money and too many secrets." Yaretzi said, leaning closer. "But it's not him you need to worry about. It’s Klaue. He's obsessed with finding Vibranium. Some of the documents on that tablet mentioned it directly."

Necalli's anger simmered beneath the surface. "We have to stop them."

"You think?" Yaretzi smirked, then turned serious. "But first, we need you out of here."

Necalli's mind raced. His vision of the first Black Panther echoed in his thoughts. He could still feel the presence of that ancient warrior, trying to guide him out.

He stood, his muscles aching, but his spirit was renewed. "I already know how to get out."

Yaretzi blinked, caught off guard by Necalli's sudden shift in demeanor. "You do?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The guards are right outside, and this place is sealed. I don't even think father's expecting you to even try escaping."

Necalli smirked as he looked around the dim, cold cell. "The guards won't be a problem. They're not the ones who keep me here." His voice was steady, filled with the certainty that came from his vision.

Yaretzi hesitated, unsure if her brother had truly lost it or if he had a legitimate plan. "So, what's this brilliant idea of yours?" she asked, still skeptical.

Necalli stepped closer to the wall of the cell and ran his hand over its surface, feeling the rough stone beneath his fingertips. "It's not about force. It’s about knowing the path." he muttered. "I had a vision, Yaretzi. The first Black Panther...he showed me a way out."

Yaretzi raised an eyebrow, unsure what to make of it. "You're telling me a ghost gave you escape tips?"

Necalli grinned. "Something like that."

Yaretzi shook her head, half in disbelief, half in a faint smile that suggested she was intrigued. "Alright then, ancient ghost wisdom it is." she muttered. "So what now?"

Without another word, Necalli scanned the cell, his gaze sharp, picking out every detail. His vision hadn't left him completely; it still lingered in his mind like a map. His fingers brushed over a stone that looked slightly out of place. He pressed down, feeling it give way ever so slightly, and suddenly there was a faint click.

Yaretzi's eyes widened as a section of the wall shifted, revealing a slim opening just big enough for him to slip through. "How did you know that was there?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Necalli didn't answer directly. "The first Black Panther understood every corner of this palace, and now, so do I."

He slipped through the narrow passage, the cold stone brushing against him as he moved quickly but carefully through the cramped space. He glanced back at his sister one last time before heading deeper.

"This might be the last time I see you for a while Yaretzi. Once I'm out of here there's no turning back until I can prove to father and the council what Klaue is doing. I promise I'll come back for you, for Dorado."

His sister could only nod, there weren't words for such a moment.

The tunnel was tight and damp, twisting through dark corridors behind the main structure of the palace. But every step felt guided, as if the first Black Panther himself were showing him the way. Necalli moved quietly, slipping past a few side tunnels that opened into larger chambers used for storage or palace security. He took turns by instinct, winding through the maze with a single goal in mind: the hidden chamber in his father's study. With any luck they'd have put his suit back there, he knew he'd need equipment to take down Klaue.

After what felt like an eternity, the passage opened into a shadowed corridor that led to the study. He crept forward, each footfall silent, until he reached the heavy, ornately carved door. Pressing his ear to it, he listened, nothing but the quiet hum of the palace, his father likely occupied elsewhere.

He slipped into the room and moved directly to the far wall, where he remembered the hidden mechanism his father had shown him before, and copied the movements he had done before feeling a soft rumble as a section of the wall shifted, revealing the entrance to the ancient chamber. Inside, suits of armor from past Black Panthers stood in silent rows.

He glanced at his suit, standing proud at the end of the long row of Panther's that stood before it. For a moment he felt himself reach out to grab it, but then his eyes caught with the oldest suit, the first Black Panther's suit.

Necalli reached for the suit, his hands reverent as he lifted the pieces and began to don them. As he fastened each part, a surge of strength washed over him, a sense of belonging that anchored his resolve. Fully dressed, he stood tall, feeling the weight of tradition settle upon his shoulders, the voices of his ancestors all but urging him forward.

He took a deep breath, his heart steady. The suit made for him would come later, that wasn't who he was yet. Their technology and shields had made Dorado complacent, afraid. It was time to return to the ways of the past.

He took a steadying breath and stepped out from the hidden chamber, crossing his father's study to escape out into the night. But just as he reached the window, a shadow moved in the doorway.

"Leaving so soon, my son?"

Necalli froze at the sound of his mother's voice. Citlali stepped into the dimly lit room, her expression unreadable, yet her gaze rested on him with a warmth that softened the tension in his chest.

"Mother..." Necalli began, uncertain. "I don’t expect you to understand, but I have to go. The council may not see the threat, but I can’t wait any longer. Outsiders are coming, and when they do we have to be ready to fight."

She looked at him, her eyes searching his face. Then, slowly, she nodded, her face softening with understanding. "The council's eyes may be clouded by fear, but a mother's eyes see clearly. I've known you were destined to wear that armor since you were just a little boy, even if your father tried to deny it."

Necalli's expression shifted from one of surprise to relief, but he still hesitated. "Father will be furious."

Citlali moved closer, reaching out to brush a hand over his shoulder, the ancient armor rough under her fingertips. "Let him be." she murmured, her voice steady. "Sometimes, our strength lies not in obeying but in following what we know to be right."

He looked at her, the gratitude plain in his eyes. "Thank you." he whispered, feeling a renewed strength surge within him. He hugged her for what could have been the last time in a long time.

With one last look at his mother, he turned to the window, ready to descend into the unknown, leaving behind the confinement of the palace and stepping fully into the legacy of the Black Panther.

"Go." she whispered. "Show them the true strength of Dorado."

And with that, Necalli leaped from the window, disappearing into the night.

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Volume 1 - The Heir of Dorado

Yaretzi

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Necalli had rushed home and pushed through the heavy doors into his sister, Yaretzi's lab. He could instantly feel the hum of advanced technology surrounding him. The sleek, polished floors reflected the glow of various holographic displays that floated in midair, cycling through data faster than his eye could follow. Glass walls sectioned off different workstations, each filled with cutting edge equipment that looked like it belonged in a facility decades ahead of the outside world.

In one corner, a massive quantum computer whirred softly, its core emitting a faint, bluish glow as it processed vast amounts of information. Digital interfaces covered the walls, projecting detailed schematics and intricate 3D models that flickered and rotated with a simple wave of Yaretzi's hand. Drones hovered near the ceiling, quietly observing the various experiments in progress.

At the center of it all was Yaretzi, perched on a stool at her main workstation, surrounded by monitors displaying lines of code, chemical formulas, and real-time simulations. A holographic keyboard materialized as her fingers moved, each keystroke shifting data across the screens.

"Yaretzi" Necalli called, his voice breaking the soft mechanical hum. He was still in his Black Panther suit. His parents had known better than to hide anything from Yaretzi, despite her age she was by far the smartest of their children. It would only have been a matter of time before she figured out what was going on. Necalli took his mask off.

She glanced up from her work, her brow creased with focus. "Necalli? What are you doing here?" She spun on her chair to face him. "Before you ask, no I can't give you a brain transplant, despite how badly you need one." She grinned. Her brother was in no joking mood and she could feel this. He'd usually send a verbal jab back her way, but this time she was met with only awkward silence.

Without a word, he pulled out the encrypted tablet and the documents he had found on the mercenary leader. "I need your help. This is serious."

Yaretzi wiped her hands on her lab coat, rising from her chair and stepping closer to inspect what Necalli laid out on the workbench. Her eyes flickered over the files and the tablet with growing curiosity. "Where did you get this?"

"Mercenaries attacked the jungle. I stopped them, but their equipment, it's more advanced than anything I've seen. They were after Dorado."

Yaretzi’s fingers brushed over the tablet. "Did they say who sent them?"

Necalli shook his head. "I didn't exactly leave them in a 'chatty' mood after I was done with them. But look, this symbol" He said pointing at the claw stamp. "This is on almost all of the documents and some of their equipment had 'L. Corp.' printed on it. Does that mean anything to you?"

She blinked, clearly taken aback. "L. Corp? No, I've never heard of them."

Yaretzi turned to her computer, quickly plugging the tablet in and pulling up the files. The screen flashed with layers of encryption, but her fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating the maze of codes. "This is…sophisticated. Whoever they are, they're not just some low-level thug. They've got money and resources."

Necalli watched her work, his jaw tightening. "I figured as much. That's why I needed you. We have to know who we're dealing with."

Minutes passed as Yaretzi continued to crack through the layers of security. Finally, she managed to pull up some initial data, but the details were still fragmented. "It'll take more time to get through everything." she said. "This encryption is like nothing I've seen before."

Necalli's frustration grew. "We don’t have time. They'll be back, and next time, they’ll be stronger." He glanced over his shoulder. "Yaretzi, I’m afraid father won't be happy with the methods I used to get this information. I've gone against his orders, but I need to protect Dorado. When he finds out what I've done I might not be able to-"

Just as Necalli was about to finish, the door behind him burst open. His father, Moquihuix, stormed into the lab, his face dark with fury.

"You defied my orders!" Moquihuix's voice was like thunder. "I told you to deal with them silently, to leave them alive! And now you’ve endangered us all!"

Necalli spun to face him. "Father, I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. They were burning the jungle! They're close to finding Dorado! I had to act."

"You had no right!" Moquihuix's eyes blazed with anger. "You're not ready for this responsibility. Not ready to be Black Panther! You've compromised everything we've worked for!"

"I couldn't just sit back while the council debates in circles!" Necalli’s frustration boiled over. "We're running out of time! Everything we've worked for will be a pile of rubble if we let these savages find us!"

Before Necalli could say more, Moquihuix gestured to the guards behind him. "Take him to the holding cells."

Necalli's eyes widened. "What?!"

"You need to learn discipline." Moquihuix said coldly. "Until I decide otherwise, you'll stay there. Perhaps then you'll understand the weight of your actions."

The guards seized Necalli's arms, and despite his resistance, they led him away. Yaretzi watched in shock, unable to intervene, as her brother was dragged out of the lab and toward the underground cells.

As the heavy doors closed behind them, Necalli#s mind raced. He knew the danger Dorado faced was far greater than his father realized, and now, trapped in a cell, he was powerless to stop it.

Magic in the Park

Tentatively considering an application depending on if I can get a solid character in my head. Otherwise I’d just like to say I love the way you’ve written the OP it’s very captivating.