Kafka Komedy

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Martyr: Outside Drainage Pipe

Before Dean could make much progress on the collar, Sonar quickly stopped him. Dean was quite confused and a bit indignant for a second, before quickly realizing his error and sheathing the blade. That could have ended very poorly, yeah. Dean turned around and looked away from the hostages, his face growing a bit redder. He totally could have accidentally killed that man if Sonar hadn't stopped him. Dean's face grew redder as he realized who exactly would be getting them all out of this bind. Margrave. He could simply turn the collars into some sort of toy. But then... would the dead man's switch go off? Could Margrave turn the bomb part of the bomb into a toy before the... dead man switch part? Was there a set part that was the dead man switch part? Dean began to realize he had no idea how bombs worked, so for now, he'd stand around pondering them.

Love Craft: Streets of Denver

At the southern-looking boy's command, Lovely quickly fished out the letter Broker had prepared for the young man and handed it over. "Not selling, exactly." Lovely corrected to their literal partner in crime. "In fact, you'll be getting paid. I know this may sound like a scam of some sort, but I assure you, this is good business. Ch-James, could you tell the man about the Jacks for me?" The mad scientist asked, passing the conversational ball over to James. Of course, this spot wasn't exactly the best place to discuss business. It was crowded, noisy, and there was constant movement. Once James was finished, Lovely would cut in with "Ah, mind if we move somewhere more private?~ Or, at least, somewhere where I could rest my feet."

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

Inside HPIS

Front Room

Chaos erupted in the front room as soon as John made a move. An entire clip was emptied into Deprave, only for it to be mostly ignored. Still a bit painful, but not really. John took the shooter out with ease, the man not having any head protection. Of course, it wasn't an excellent idea to kneel down and pray in the middle of combat. Though the machete wielder had been thoroughly thrashed, the clubman braced herself for impact and escaped with only a few broken ribs and a broken arm. She then used the cloak of smoke covering the room to sneak over to the enraptured John. He would really have to strain to hear her over the cacophony of clicking and clashing in the room, as well as the voice of the Light, which informed him "Nefas will exit his office once he has lost all hope in his troops."

Fortunately, Old N was charging forward towards John as well. The resulting careening firmly crushed the billy club officer under his fairly massive weight, grabbing up John in the tumble. All three of them were now in a messy pile on the floor, Old N on top and the two humans below him. It seemed the woman was unconscious, though since she broke his fall, John should have been okay. All the while this was happening, the small surveillance camera in the corner of the room stared, the man on the other side a mix of fearful and furious. Quickly, he grabbed his walkie-talkie and commanded all available forces to converge in the main room.

Cell Block L-1

Of course, that soon may not have been as many as he wanted. As Viliam opened up the cells and incited a riot, the guard stood at the end of the corridor, a walkie-talkie of his own in hand. He held out his weapon in a manner to try and dissuade others, either those about to start a riot or those inciting it, away. "H-hey uh, we have a problem. Some purple guy is freeing prisoners in Cellblock L, uhm, L-1. Please help." he begged. V and Toby would most likely just watch as the newly freed prisoners began rushing him. Not all of them charged the guard though, some of the stupider (or arguably smarter) prisoners would try and attack the two men at the opposite side of the block. Three malnourished looking humans blindly charged at the two to be easily disposed of. But one armless demon dressed in a poncho leered out of a cell menacingly, before quickly grunting and throwing his head forward. When he did this a large manus-made palm launched at a high speed towards V, specifically aimed at his chest.

Vent Above Cellblock ?-?

As Kritch peered through the small hole of his own creation, he was greeted by the forms of a few rushing guardspeople, charging headlong back to what Kritch could only assume was the entrance. One man, though, stayed behind, unfortunately deciding to place himself very close to the vent, staring right at it. If he wanted to get out here, he'd need to find a way to distract or get rid of the guard.

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

@CanisMajoris2 It seems posting has picked up again! If you want to make a character, now would be the time. I suggest making it so they could reasonably be put in Nefas's jail, so they can become part of the prison riot about to start and then join up with the real crew.

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Kyou, The Hierophant

Kyou Makoto

Gender: Female
Age: 16

Personality: Kyou is a very flawed person. Due to her poor upbringing, and the stuff she's seen around her previous year at Kibopiko, she's very cynical. She's quick to denounce any sort of charity or generosity as stupid manipulation, and rarely takes chances on new people. As much as she puts on a loner facade, she really does want friends, she just feels like no one in her new school can really relate.
Equipment/Skills

• Weapon: Folding Chair
• Armor: Kibopiko Jacket
• Accesory: Brown Hairclip
• Skills: Excellent constitution, decent stamina, as well as a good cook.

Background: Kyou's life has been fairly standard, if a bit below average. Although their standard of living was definitely lower class, both parents were loving and, even if they couldn't always make it home for dinner, most of the time they brought something home. Occasionally Kyou had to cook, which she displayed a knack for. Her school was a bit bad. Nothing major, she got in fights rarely but not much more than the average student. She had a few close friends who would hang out every now and then. Her first year of highschool sticks in her mind as a hard place where people backstabbed eachother and fights were often. While this isn't untrue, this has left her with a certain jadedness.

After that, the family moved to Warakuma since a relative had died and written most of their possessions to Kyou's mother. A better house, a new school, and even an allowance, something she had never had before, all sent Kyou reeling. Though she has yet join any clubs or make any real friends, it seems soon that may change...

Persona: Seshat
Appearance: Seshat is a yellow-skinned humanoid cloaked in a black robe and an indigo veil with red accents. She wields a palm tree branch as well.
Abilities:

• Navas Nebula
• Megido
• Heat Riser
• Diarama
• Resist Phys
• Resist Dark

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Morgana the Cunning

Username: Kafka Komedy

Character Name: Morgana "the Cunning" Doelzak

Race/Species: Human-Werewolf of Bania

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Career/Class: Spellsword/Frontline Tactician

Weapons:

• Hunting Spear
• Iron Handaxe
• Buckler
• A silver throwing knife.

Physical Description: Morgana is a slightly short but otherwise averagely built human man. His short and shaggy black hair contrast heavily with his pale, almost beautiful face and bright blue eyes. His clothes easily identify him as Banian, though they've been modified for the hotter climate. His main article of clothing is a light black cloth robe with touches of animal furs and copper. It bears a patch showing his previous employment to the Scarlet-Gold Soldiers and is open to reveal his armor. Strapped upon his back is his spear and buckler, by his side is his hatchet and a holder for his scroll.

Armor: Studded leather chest piece, leather kneepads, and leather vambraces wrapped up in a furry robe.

Equipment/Other

• A small scroll of beginner spells; A light telekinetic, healing, and rarely used fire spell.
• A book of military stratagems, along with a small pencil.
• Tent, along with a few days worth of dried and salted foods, and an animal skin full of water.

Mental Description/Personality: A disdain for his general situation has made Morgana fairly unresponsive. This is not to say he is apathetic, he really does care about people. His disgust for the concept of death should be evidence enough of that. A requirement on missions he takes is "as little death as possible," even if he has to reason with himself what exactly that means. Still, his indecisiveness has certainly harmed himself, and even once others on a Scarlet-Gold Soldier's mission.

Goals: Gain enough gold to escape his life of murder and settle down.

Background/History:

• Born as the only son of a small family in a town in Bania, at a young age Mor watched as a Banian beat a foreigner to death in a tavern fight where his mother worked. Ever since he had been deeply disgusted with the thought of killing another man, and has had a distaste for Banian culture.
• Despite this his father, a warrior, wanted his son to follow the same path, and attempted to teach him in the ways of the spear and axe. Though Mor did decently, his father could tell he wasn't working to his full potential. Mor's father assumed Mor simply wasn't interested in combat, instead of being worried about the implications of wielding a weapon. So, Mor's father pulled some strings and got Mor a freelance magical teacher. Mor didn't have much magic within him, and still had some reservations about how his magic would be applied. After learning a few basic spells, Mor began thinking of a way to escape his murderous fate.
• The idea he went with was simply running from his problems. Mor was not stupid or weak, however. Quickly, he realized he was being foolish, and started a trek home after a day or two on the road to tell his father how he felt. Unfortunately, he picked a bad day to make a journey. Although The full moon was high that night, Mor was quick to dismiss his culture's superstitions of werewolves. Though vampires were an obvious issue due to their craftiness, he had never even seen a werewolf, and there was only one night of the month they could attack. Still, this was the night one of them picked to make their presence known. As Mor was making camp for the night, a heavily injured werewolf burst through the tree line. Armed with just a hunting spear, Mor was surprisingly able to get on his feet and arm himself. That didn't help much, of course, considering he was dealing with a werewolf. It hesitated for just a second, before lunging at Mor. A quick thrust of his spear injured it, but the beast was having none of that, ignoring the pain and taking a large chunk out of Mor's arm with it's jaws. Before it could eat any more of him though. a werewolf hunter came out of hiding and threw a silver throwing dagger at the monster. This weakened and distracted the beast long enough for Mor to pierce it's heart. Eager to take out the rest of his marks, the werewolf hunter neglected to check if Mor was hurt, simply leaving the bitten boy to tend to his wounds and the fresh dead body.
• Mor was distraught. Though it was obvious he was lucky to even be alive, let alone getting out of the situation with just a bite mark, Mor had just killed another man, the fresh corpse sitting in the snow. Shakily, he pulled the knife out and gave the man a proper burial. After, Mor let the reality of his situation set in. He had been bitten by a werewolf, and now had the curse. His town would surely kill him for his curse if he returned, they had no priest. His only chance of going back to his old life was to trek in a direction and pray the first village he hit would be able to cure him. He very quickly packed his things, and began to make his way through the forest in the direction the hunter had left. Of course, this was after he had killed and buried a man, after walking through forests for a day. He held out well, but sleep claimed him as early dawn broke.
• Waking in the middle of the night, the new moon high, Mor realized he was not going to escape his curse. He could not return to his home, and in fact, it would be wise to leave Bania in general. At just the age of 15, Mor's new goal was to escape his country and flee to Andred for a new life. Doing various odd jobs, hunting, and moving from town to town, Mor slowly made his way across the country. All the while he began to try and actively understand and control his werewolf side Eventually, he reached his destination.
• Of course, his only real skills were that of murder. He had light combat experience, light magical experience, and light survival experience. But he was just 17, it was still a possiblity for him to become someone's apprentice or assistant. Luckily, a single woman took an interest in him. Miss Fontaine was the leader of a small mercenary corps, and took a bit of an interest in Mor. In exchange for becoming her assistant, and occasional flirting, Mor began learning the tricks of the trade in being smart in a fight and commanding soldiers.
• For years, the two worked together, Mor displaying a natural talent for memorizing and creating new tactics. The small company became reasonably known around Andred as good, the Scarlet-Gold Soldiers. Eventually, Mor and Miss Fontaine parted ways when, after a particularly untoward advance, mentioned the company was going to be traveling to Bania. Fearing his past would come back to haunt him, Mor left the company and began searching for greener pastures. If only there was a mercenary company that needed an assistant tactician...

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

@CanisMajoris2 Ahh, we're just going through a bit of a slow spot here. Things should pick up real soon.

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

My my, not many posts these days. Not that I would attempt to pressure you into posting or anything but... you know, it would be nice.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@POOHEAD189 Whoops, not guild, I mean the merc company that was just created.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@POOHEAD189 The guild is in Andred right? Just wanna make sure Morgana starts in the right place.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@POOHEAD189
I was debating joining this or not at BC's suggestion. 2 questions. 1. Is there still space to join? 2. If so, would you mind another "commander/frontline tactician/general" type character?