Kafka Komedy

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

I ought to post soon as well... I'll try and get something out within the next 24 hours but if not, feel free to move on. Martyr doesn't have anything too important to do or say.

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@BCTheEntity Any particular date you were gunning for for when the OOC would be created?

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@BCTheEntity Wow, all of that is cool? The only issue is where to put it? Well in that case, assuming I use this guy:

Aleph

The scanners, AI, and Brain Booster could all be part of that visor-earpiece thing on his head. Pak could have either the legs or the weapons come out of the top and the jetpack the bottom. Finally, the EM Field generator could be... I dunno the thing on his arm? Or a completely unrelated device whatever. Of course, all of his stuff being EM proof is a bit of a stretch and also doesn't protect him from direct physical confrontation, so I might think of another way to shield him.

And, of course, this is all speculation type stuff. All I really know is that I want the Pak.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Love Craft: Icehouse Hideout

As Broker nodded to them, Frankie too nodded at Broker for his explanation as to why Headhunter was on the team. To keep them all safe. One had to crack a few eggs to get to the bottom of things, that's always how it went down, and if the kitchen got to hot to handle the Little Soldier Man was to put them on ice. Permanently.

But then something awful happened. One of the worst things to occur in recent memory. A moment so monumentally awkward that Frankie was unsure how to respond. Chatterbox, living up to his name, spoke volumes about the kind of person he was when they put on their public display. It was obvious he was pompous, his foppish clothing making much more sense now. He seemed to try every trick in the book to annoy Broker (none of them seeming to work) and insisting he wouldn't be strung along. He assumed they all wanted to be "part of the big leagues" when the truth couldn't be more different. Both of the team's other two members were fairly quiet people, and Frankie, as much as they liked to tease people, was only in this for scientific discovery.

A moment after Chatterbox finished his spiel, the quiet girl revealed her name, Sofia. In response to Chatterbox's display, Broker displayed a proportionate amount of snarky displeasure. He was not bothered by the actions (if he was he hid it well) and had no issues revealing his end game plans if Chatterbox was officially part of their club. Frankie was genuinely unsure if he was honestly. He certainly loved to be given attention for one...

But that didn't matter right now, there was, apparently, another member coming in. Except they weren't a true member, they were some sort of double agent bent on sabotage, if Frankie understood correctly. They were to make sure he wouldn't leave before the Little Soldier Man assassinated them. For a second, Frankie felt reprehensible. This was someone who didn't know what they were getting into, right? Maybe they could be trying to make amends? But then, they were a parahuman. And one had to break a few eggs to make an omelet, and their father would be quite proud...

The man entered the warehouse right on queue, and he was indeed a parahuman. A tall, muscular man, a woman's dream, and Frankie's dream too. He was a Breaker, one of the more interesting trigger events, as he seemed to emit cool, even air particles crystallizing on his form. He would be a very fun study.

Frankie took the initiative. As Everest introduced himself, Frankie stood up from their seat and began walking over to them. "Ah, last but certainly not least. It's very nice to make your acquaintance sir. May I say, you have quite the build~." They complimented, giving the villain a once over. "We've all introduced out power, mine being flexibility," The scientist said, stretching her flesh and giving it a slight elastic feel as they moved their hand over to stroke the victim's chest. "Anything you'd like to tell us? I ain't the kinda person to just kiss and tell, so you're secret is safe with me." They assured. In all honestly, Frankie was just getting themselves worked up, excited to pull their very first experiment with father.

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

Generally, what power level are you going for? Like, say someone has that Pak, and it can:

• Generate an electromagnetic field to deflect bullets
• Bonus to brain power- eidetic memory, reaction time, etc.
• Jetpack
• Weaponry of some kind (I.E. lasers, sawblades, whatever)
• Advanced AI and scanners.

Which of those would you cut out immediately? How many of these would one be allowed to keep?

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

So, I think I've decided on what my human character's main cybernetic enhancement will be. Basically this A back-mounted device with 4 incredibly sharp spider-like legs that can be used for transportation or self-defense in close quarters. Might also add some other features depending on how all inclusive I want it.

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@BCTheEntity Ah, damn. I might find a way to make that work but if that's the case, I might play a human instead. For the humans, which of these two fits their aesthetic more?

Pic 1, New School

Pic 2, Old School

Would either of these not fit, or be out of place?

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Martyr: PRT Headquarters

Dean huffed in annoyance as the enigmatic Epsilon holstered her gun, stopped providing back up, and ran into the new girl's arms. The least she could have done if she thought he had the situation under control, was hop into his arms. Even if she wasn't super attractive, she was still kind of cute, and the gesture was always nice.

It didn't matter. The drone caught his attention back, assuring the clone it had no weapon systems. He also offered to tell his whole life story, trying to garner some sympathy maybe? Well it didn't matter, Dean didn't care about him, and Tulpa confirmed it had no weapons on it. Even if she was wrong or lying, Margrave and Decoy were both on stand by and, as much as Dean hated to admit it, Margrave was suited for this job. Dean sheathed his blade and made his way back over to Sonar.

The situation was wrapping up it seemed. Decoy had things under control, the ladies were having a chat, and Margrave was on stand by just in case things went bad. But things never slowed down for a hero. As soon as Sonar started to suggest they actually go do some damn training, his little ears perked up. He had heard the footsteps of a Community nasty near the building and insisted going to clean up. If it truly was a high ranker, than Dean was absolutely down with taking a little walk outside.

As Sonar dashed off, Dean followed, quickly catching up and reaching the elevator at just about the same time as his leader even though he was farther from the door. Guess this was why he ran track for so much of his life. As Sonar hit the lobby button and held the door open for the rest of his allies, Dean checked his equipment. Everything seemed to be here, blade, boomerang, grappling hook, everything. As Ira walked through the elevator, slightly winded, Dean stretched himself out a bit. He had no dreams of dying by a sprained ankle.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Love Craft: Icehouse Hideout

Frankie felt odd as the little soldier man and their boss had an exchange about drinks. Broker clearly liked them a lot, or wanted them to like him a lot, to bend like this so quick. After that, the boss sat down, fully erect and stiff. The man was very formal it seemed. Suit, correct posture, offering drinks, it all pointed to an air of professionalism. Frankie felt a bit outclassed, what with two people wearing suits and them left wearing a leather jacket.

The Broker was quick to introduce everyone to each other, having done his research (most likely stalking) on them. Little Soldier Man was a Thinker, though also excellent with a gun. The attractive young man was Chatterbox, and it seemed his special ability was being charming, which Frankie couldn't help but mumble "You bet." under her breath to. When Broker got to them, he couldn't seem to discern Frankie's gender, a mark of pride in their book along with Broker's direct compliment. Finally, the drab girl had the ability to become intangible. Useful.

After this (and a spooky smile similar to some of Frankie's when they were feeling particularly mean) Broker laid down the organization's purpose and rules. The team was to look out for each other, and work together on jobs, should they take them. They were also to stay as low profile as possible, not killing, and not mentioning the Broker. Finally, something that stood out as odd to Frankie, whenever she kidnapped a parahuman she was to hand him over to Broker first. In return for all of this, Broker would get them anything they might need. Money, and a place to work, as well as research equipment for Frankie, though they weren't looking forward to having sloppy seconds on the experiment list. After Little Soldier Man asked his question, but before Broker could respond, Frankie cut in.

"I have no questions, but please, instead of Mister or Missus, just call me Lovely. Or LC, if you want. I like to get personal~."

Hybrid: Of Transhumans and Modern Magic

@JohnSolaris Ah. So say James (That's what I'll call Fox for now) has cheetah-type legs. They're able to give him incredible bursts of speed and allow him to stick to surfaces. The reason he got these legs is because his father, a famous war hero, had his career cut short and died from a leg disease. James escaped said fate thanks to his father drawing attention to the disease and his legs were replaced with sweet new legs that could do cool stuff. Is that good?

Another question (I have a lot, you see) what will the focus of this RP be? The war itself? Exceptional members and key players in the war? The day to day lives of soldiers, or something else entirely.