Hippocamp

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By today I apparently mean get a spontaneous allergy to writing and not be able to put the words out. @AbandonedIntel I will perhaps join late? Sorry for my wishy washiness on this one. I have no doubt you will do great GMing and it will be a fun RP, I don't know why I'm letting myself procrastinate to this point.

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@Hippocamp Wait you were making a toon too? But... Archmage MC already made one, and one is enough for this RP! XD... are you sure you can't make someone else?

@AbandonedIntel

No I meant "toon" like character. I call them toons because I played Mmos and that's just in my head now.
My character teaser for before I post it today: "Orbital Strike Warrior"

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@AbandonedIntel I figured out exactly what I want my toon to be yesterday so I will try to get it up today if that's ok Anti-Turk? Sorry I took forever I've been working 9 hour days every day until today, and I had a toon whose powers wouldn't have been appropriate so I steadily changed it. x_x

Divided We Stand

the worst treatment xD

@lovely complex

The worst Benny could imagine. Which means... stench causing destructive animal!!

Divided We Stand

Allen Hops

Rooftop.
Interacting With; Avalon @smarty0114 Samantha @HushedWhispers.
Mood;Furious ← Deceiving.

Ready to wreak havoc. This is what “Peter” thought to himself as he trotted into the party. I looked as though someone had set the guest list down on a table by the door, so he checked off Peter’s name and smiled at the nearby guests. ”Who’s ready to enjoy themselves??” Disguised Benny demanded in a shout. There were arms raised by Mayweather-faction students everywhere, many holding red cups of liquid. “Yeah Peter!” Someone said. ”My head isn’t all that right this evening… Can someone tell Danny to turn down the noise, please? Thanks, I don’t want to drink and end up puking early because of buzzing in my brain…” Someone went off to tell Danny to lessen the effect of his power on the surrounding area, possibly making mind-influencers able to use their abilities at the party now.

”So… Where are Samantha and Avalon?” “Peter” sauntered over to a male junior Mayweather sipping at his cup, and pushed him lightly on the left shoulder with his palm. The guy pointed out the two hostesses to Benny. Benny nodded in thanks and splayed his fingers in a star-shaped wave at the bro. ”Thanks brother… Hey, I hope you see something you like tonight.” Now, they haven’t seen me… Or have they? What can I do to these two. Benny contemplated the myriad objects he could conjure for this occasion. These horrible, rancid occasion. The music irked him a little, they certainly weren't listening to hard enough for his tastes... No one here was in his tastes. Besides perhaps Carmen, or Eliana... He spotted Carmen for a moment, but he couldn't approach her now no matter how badly he wanted to fistbumb-to-explosion. She wouldn't recognize him in this guise. Then it hit him, the right type of animal for humiliation, and how to deliver it...

Benny backed up against a wall, near the stairs leading to the rooftop. He acquired from the nil space behind himself a large gift with some holes poked into the top. Inside was a sedated and perfumed skunk, which had just enough tranquilizer in it’s system to be out of action for another ten minutes. The present was wrapped with a unique ribbon, slipped through a mechanical clip with a timer set to precisely ten minutes, at which point the clip would release the ribbon and allow the present to be easily opened. Finally, tied onto the sinister trick skunk box was a card. It read “For Avalon and Samantha… DIRE WARNING! Open exactly when the timer reaches zero or the Magic won’t happen, and it also won't happen unless YOU ARE BOTH TOUCHING THE BOX! Don't mind the holes poked in just enjoy what's about to grace your life. Don’t cut the ribbon! With lots of love for both of you, signed Peter. PS if you don't like it you can tell me after the party I'll get you something else." Magic Hat moved swiftly after starting the timer countdown with a single button press. He approached the ravishing Avalon and extended his arms toward her, presenting the box which was wrapped in a gorgeous gold with intricate leaf pattern, and contained with a striking emerald ribbon. He smiled his most sincere, flashing his teeth and hoping for the best with all his heart. ”Thanks for making all of this possible, my A girl! Tell Samantha she gets it too... You both totally get it.” Even his eyes smiled as he tried to butter her up, the opposite of what he truly felt since she had angered him so with the way this event was orchestrated. After ten minutes went by, he would be long gone and two ladies would have a lot of stink and claw marks for days to come.

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Ar Rathmore

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Ar was pleased to see more guests arriving. It was just what he wanted to see. More faces from far across the lands come to dine in the company of the King and watch metal scrape into metal as the joust would go on. Almost as exciting to him as the people were the horses arriving, the swiftest breeds each of the houses could pick. He was looking forward to his next chance to ride, though he was glad he could become relish the headiness of intoxicant and celebration for the time being.

Ar maintained his conversation with his Queen, inclining his head a little as he spoke, causing his hat to cast shade over his brow and upper eyelids. ”Yes my Queen, though not a Rathmore lad… My girl has an interest herself in someone, and I don’t feel the need to marry her in a ploy for power. Better that she explores her own interests for now since her duty to her family is essentially fulfilled. She brings joy to our faces, ever since the day she was born, and what more could we ask of her? She’s hardly had time to know even half of the joys or perils of this world. Though at times it seems time is running away from us…” Another inevitable poke at the hours waning away for all involved here. Ar couldn’t help himself, everyone in his family was far too patient. Though here and there was the one who would become impatient, and end up sowing discord for it… Ar ran through a list in his head in the blink of an eye, documenting the position of his fellow Rathmore’s and what they were up to that day. Like picturing planets revolving around the sun, all aspiring to usurp it's position at the center. He thought to himself. It was the Spymaster’s duty to pick up on whispers, and more often than not what one would whisper contains their greatest ambitions. Ar moved his sleeves further up his arms and drizzled sauce from a gravy boat onto his stuffed meats.

@HushedWhispers

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I'll try to finish my CS after work today @AbandonedIntel!

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Outside of telling Corvo @ClocktowerEchos someone to watch intently for no reason at all I hadn't thought of something more for Ar to do for now. Sorry the stagnation has been upsetting you two, @Ambra. : c

Divided We Stand

Allen Hops

Scene of the crime, then on the warpath.
Interacting With; Scum of the earth.
Mood;Mortified ← Furious ← Vengeful...

6:00pm

It had been four minutes. Four minutes of the two Mayweather sophomores pressing on the stall door, talking on and on about the party and how they liked getting laid and how much of a virgin Benny was for wearing a top hat. The sickly green of the plastic divider plus door of the stall had increasingly become Benny’s least favorite color. The lights had a distinct flicker in this room, with only the light near the door blinking twice every ten seconds. Every sink was disgustingly splattered in soap with lakes of puddles around them, and dribbling onto the earth-tone tile floor. It dimmed repeatedly and bounced light off of the liquid on the floor in the next stall over, a mess someone had made. Benny was ready to make a mess of these two. One Peter Malliger, and a Jan Stewards. Apparently Peter had the ability to read minds, and he had starting reading Benny’s thoughts aloud in a stupid high-pitched narrating voice as soon as he and his pal had followed him into the restroom. ”Did they just follow me in here snickering? Oh, shit… Is he? He is! Yes that’s right Mr. never-touched-a-girl, I can hear what you’re thinking! How are you liking that right now, in here, in your face you stupid Delphine freshie!” Peter had proceeded to get in his face, and he and Jan started to grapple with him. They grabbed at his shoulders but at first couldn’t move him. Then Peter reached into Benny’s lapels with both hands and gripped close to his nipples, twisting and pressing Benny backward into the far corner of the room. Benny yelled in pain, trying in vain to get Peter's hand off him and not be forced backward. Jan brushed off Benny’s hat with a quick swipe and into a toilet bowl it fell. As Benny slid on the floor and tried to avoid touching the toilet to catch himself, one of the sophomores slammed the door on his leg several times until he pulled it in out of sheer pain response, gasping and curling his body up. ”How very heroic, he’s thinking… This is how you make a villain. Oh that’s verrry deep mister. Aww he’s so cute, now he’s sitting in there trying to keep his mind blank. I know exactly what you’re up to you little dummy! As I was saying Jan, I bet this kid has never even jizzed...” They went on to talk about how gross he must be, sneaking around masturbating to pictures he probably took of the hot hero girls. They were fortunate enough to have been invited to party with Samantha and Avalon... "I actually have jizzed, a lot. On someone who wanted it too. But anyway, fuck you, both of you. Let me out. Now. You hurt my leg." Benny retorted briefly. It wouldn't sit right with him if he didn't argue that point. Peter and Jan laughed at him and started talking to each other again. "How long should we keep in there?"

He was through with this. It was a fight, and they had no idea what his cards were. The best part was, they couldn’t see what he was doing since they had shut him in his cell. He was sure his shin was badly bruised, and he intended to repay the pain twofold. This was a filthy place to be spending any more time than he had to… He stared briefly at a dark crack in the tile, finding it easier to think of nothing but unsanitary conditions as he kept his hands from touching any shiny and possibly wet surface. Then, he spoke. ”Careful fellas, the floor is wet. I wouldn’t want either of you to have a big stain on your pants before you showed up at the party.” His voice was loud and firm, and steady, as he drew from his coat two experimental grade tasers. ”I guess this weak permanent virgin isn’t good for nothing…” He knew that he much less likely to think while he spoke, so he picked the tasers out of nil space entirely out of angry emotion and not by a conscious decision. He promptly surprised his assailants by firing each of his weapons at their legs. They had conveniently moved away from any fluid on the floor, so when the slipped into jittering piles on the floor impaled by identical taser prongs, Benny was safe. Benny clambered closer to them quietly, the tap of his sneakers softer a sound the clacking of the taser charge pumping into the heroes. He wondered briefly how these two knew he was a freshman. They had known he was a Delphine since he had asked them about the party, and hadn’t gotten a text about it. When he heard them talking about a party on the way to restroom, he paused for just a moment to ask them about it. That was all it took for them to make a snap judgement… He hadn’t gotten any texts about it. He was Delphine, and a loser, bottom of the food chain, never got his dick wet, top hat wearing one at that. And Benny had quickly realized that whoever set this party up and made the guest list… Was fucking with him. This was THEIR fault. And he wasn’t going to let it end like that. This was going to be a party those fucks would remember, and he would thank them personally for cutting the school so neatly in half, just like the Headmaster of Delphine hadn’t wanted them to. As he saw it, violence in retaliation was in fair accordance with the rules. Time to set up some kind of extraordinary shitshow for two promising young hostesses, comic book villain style. Samantha and Avalon… He knew what those two looked like, or so he thought. They would surely be easy to find at the party if he went as Peter...

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The fingerprints were gone from every surface. It was the best he could hope for that these two wouldn’t remember most of his features. Just in case, Benny was planning on wearing a fake nose and changing his haircut for the next several weeks. That would probably be all it would take for him to be in the clear. Benny wished briefly he had just stuck with Carmen for the remainder of the evening, but they had parted ways shortly after arriving back at Mayweather. She had other people to see, and he was alone. Right now, his mind was racing with the kind of thoughts one would expect from a future mastermind. He had made sure Peter and Jan were incapacitated with a little help from chloroform. Then he acquired a mask of Peter’s face. He had also apparently gotten extremely lucky after they accosted him, since no one else was going into this restroom, and Peter was about as tall as he was. It must be getting late… He had to get ready. He applied the mask and makeup over it, and put on clothes identical to what Peter was wearing, folding up his own into a bag. He put on a beanie to cover up his natural hair, checked his disguise one more time, then placed a towel and some Jack Daniels over his clothes in his pack. Peter had bitched a little bit about Danny Leoni being at the party, turning his “shitty white noise full blast”. Apparently it hurt Peters sensitive telepathy to be too close to that guy. It was convenient, since Benny could easily act that out to become a very convincing psychic douchebag. The scene of the crime was only complete once Benny duck taped the stall Peter and Jan were in shut, and spraypainted a large yellow graffiti scrawl of Freedom is a Privilege onto their new prison door. And a sense of morals is a joke, Benny thought to himself, as he stepped heavily into the crisp night air after almost an hour in the dank bathroom.

Divided We Stand

Incoming Benny for the ultimate in party trick technology.

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