Keia Vewyx

Dungeon Keepers (Interest Check)

These "Overlord" type RPs are usually some of my favorites in the old Guild.
I have quite a few ideas, like reincarnating an older monster that had extensive "True Animation" magic to amass armies of golems, poltergeists, living armor, and all sorts of living, inorganic things. Ah, it was so fun to turn practically everything into a minion~

There's also that time where I played as something akin to a "God of Decay," where they and their minions weren't very strong themselves, but their land and surroundings weakened, decayed even, their intruders dramatically. Lots of tactical play for them, keeping their "territory" mobile so that they wouldn't get picked off themselves. They were quite fun!

And the one time I used that crystalline blight! Monsters of transparent and hard material who, despite being weak alone, had an obscene amount of numbers to make up for it.

Choices, choices~
Ah, but I should not get ahead of myself. I'll keep watch on this definitely, but I may not be able to join in immediately.

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

I've posted the time-skip for all you folks.
I know that I'm probably not the first choice that comes to your mind when you want someone to advance the plot, but I did it anyways.
As always, please forgive my poor posts.

It is now 9:05 AM, though there are obviously some people that have been awake earlier.
Today is another day of Guanyin antics, though nothing directly as of yet. Just lots of talking on Live TV.
How you spend today is you own time, because one) I don't like stepping on people's toes too much, two) I believe Spencer has not abandoned the RP and just needs a bit of time, and three) hopefully it gives you ample time to prepare before a GM does something more drastic.

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Now! Give me all your complaints!
I may not be able to take them and keep standing, but it'll make you feel better, right?!

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

Somewhere...

They are resilient.

"They aren't resilient at all!" exclaimed a high-pitched and hoarse male voice. He was a man in his late forties, donning a white lab coat on top of his lanky, tall body. As if to match his thinness, his long and gaunt face was extremely angular with high cheekbones and defined brows, though extremely thick white hair furrowed above his eyes. He had matching short, white hair. "All we had to do is say her name, and the government will lose itself in fear and order a hit on the speaker, just as it did to that foolish man playing hero."

"The world sees us as monsters, Searcher" explained another voice, deep and dark like an abyss, trembling with a unseen frigidness. It's owner was mammoth in size, easily reaching above two meters and built like a tree. Scars decorated his shirtless body, but a black veil covered his face. He was motionless save for the veil fluttering by his breath. "It is a primal instinct to survive, to run from the monsters that can threaten your existence."

We are what the world sees us as.

"I don't like that, Soldier, darling." This next voice was possibly female, but it was distorted and unrecognizable. "How could you be a monster? Oooh, I just wish I could take you out for some shopping someday, get some fresh air and sunlight. Have you looked in a mirror lately? You look so ill, you poor thing, and so pale! Being cooped up inside for so long is– Oh, this is my stop. I'll call you darlings later. Lover out! Ciao~."

We still know little.

"Your talkin' about New Tokyo, right?" The man this time carried violence and bloodlust in his voice and with those, experience of both. He was a large man, though not nearly the size as the behemoth. He was reclining, obviously much more self-confident, or perhaps arrogant, than the others. "That's because our spy got stupid and tried takin' out a hero we know nothin' about. I could've killed him if I was there, but instead it was her."

It is expected, Warrior.

"It's a waste of resources. I'd admit that she'd be one hell of a soldier if she didn't have that annoying habit of wasting time playing games, but because she does she dies the most out of all of us. And this time? She was done in by a blob! A blob! What's his name... Yoshamatsu?"

A naked woman walked into the conference unabashed, coated in a strange translucent liquid. Her first words were correcting the violent Warrior, "Yoshimitsu."

"Speak of the devil and he doth appear, eh?" He answered, both bemused and irritated.

"Was it painful?" Asked Soldier, his dark voice holding what seemed like a tinge of concern.

"The pain was out of this world." The bare woman answered, giving two thumbs up and a cheeky large grin. The man seemed to relax at that answer. The unclothed woman giggled, before looking up and calling out, "So, what now?"

You go back.

"W-wait!" Both the Warrior and Searcher exclaimed at the same time, with Soldier glancing around in a confused state.

The main obstacle is the authorities. They are different. More corrupt than usual, yet also more efficient. They are resilient.

"And what do you want me to do about it? I obviously don't know anything about them either."

They are after a certain individual.

"Ha?! And why the hell does that matter to me–" She stopped suddenly, realization touching her face.

Make a distraction. Play a game. Do anything to get their attention.

The unclothed woman tapped her chin. “You sure?”

This would not be the first time.

A familiar, toothy smile stretched her cheeks, looking far too comfortable on her excited face...

“Get me a ticket to New Tokyo, and a phone. I’m going to set a stage.”

~New Tokyo~

Though Guanyin's recent arrival heralded an intense panic among the leaders of the Japanese government, the city of New Tokyo was split. The public, despite the collapse of the top of the Mahogany Tower, were relatively untouched by the matters taking place in the city. A terrorist was stopped at the unfortunate cost of the city's mayor, a warrant for the capture of two individuals was issued overnight, and some strange happenings were taking place in the richer part of the town as a man was robbed in his home (his safe seemingly eaten through) and a shipment of coin disappeared without the delivery vehicle even being touched. The alleys and houses held stories of their own, but were so far out of the public eye that even a great explosion at an entrance to New Tokyo's underground was as noticeable as the unseen disappearance of a small orphan.

Though many events took place during the afternoon of New Tokyo's Guanyin incident, the rest of the night was quiet and peaceful. It gave people time; time to remember the recent events, time to think about what has happened, and time to plan out what will.

It was a restless night, but a peaceful one nonetheless. It had to be. The morning would awaken a chaos not seen in New Tokyo for a long time...

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Static suddenly replaced every news channel as soon as the clock hit 9 A.M. Within moments, the static cleared and all of Japan was watching the face of a man with two red lines painted on his face and a lazy, slightly forced smile plastered on his carefree face.

"Good morning, New Tokyo! Welcome to Guanyin's 9 A.M. Announcement."

The government immediately reacted, but the source of the signal was undiscoverable. It was as if every news station directly took its own measures to make sure the video's source remain undisclosed.

"As you all remembered, a "tragedy" happened just last night. For those just tuning in, here's a clip."

Immediately the channel switched to the frightening image of the Guanyin last night having a bullet pierce through his head and the mayor and his body being wrapped in flames before cutting off.

"All we wanted was a nice chat with a certain someone, and yet we were treated this coldly."

The man's voice was lethargic and slow, and a bit distracted as if he didn't really care about doing this. His eyes kept wandering between obvious glances at some notecards below the camera. Regardless, he continued:

"But never mind that. No one is to blame, except maybe that certain someone and his hit man. Rather..."

He cleared his throat and looked directly at the camera for the first time.

"Someone had the gall to call themselves a Guanyin. We don't have any clips when he did it, but we do have an image."

As soon as he said that, the image of a man in a mechanized suit free-running across a collapsing Mahogany Tower while holding onto a grappling rope was displayed. It was slightly blurry, but sharp enough to make out the suit's features. It was taken from quite a distance.

"It seems he was being very naughty and even tried breaking into the Police Department and sabotage their data."

He was lying, as evident in his poor performance of sounding alarmed. Though... that could also just be his normal, lazy tone. It was hard to tell since he wasn't taking this video seriously.

"You all must be wondering why Guanyin thought it would be a good idea to tell you this. I wonder that too. Well, we don't care about the little things as much as you think, so let's just go with it."

He frowned slightly and glared into the camera.

"It's just that, when someone steps on our name..."

He cracked his knuckles for emphasis.

"It makes us want to break them. And so, Guanyin is putting out a reward for anyone who captures this guy. Yay. Obviously, most people know that we can get anything we want, but someone decided to turn this into a game."

"Capture this man who called himself Guanyin, and the real Guanyin will grant you a wish. If you want the power of firearms unmatched by today's militaries, or some carnal desire for a paradise that only exists in fantasies, or maybe even the "ultimate treasure" of simply having Guanyin in your debt: Capture this man alive and bring him to us."

He sighed heavily, not even looking at the notecards anymore.

"This goes for all you "heroes" and do-gooders, too. A certain Guanyin will be waiting at a cafe called the Daily Grind at noon tomorrow. Wait, but didn't that- Never mind. Bring him there and, even if you were the Chief of Police, Guanyin will do "everything in its power" to make one wish come true. Also, apparently someone had a tie in with one of us earlier. She wants me to ask you if want to go on a second date– What the hell do you want me to ask?!"

The video abruptly cut off and, with a few seconds of white noise, the normal channels came back on with stunned reporters quietly sitting in front of the camera. Though many people were awake earlier, it is only now at 9:05 AM that one can consider all of New Tokyo to be fully awake. The city anxiously prepared for what tomorrow will bring.

Mass Effect: UNITY Reboot?

I'm tempted to try this, especially since it takes place during ME3.
If you have no room, though, I understand.

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

Frettzo said ...I'm sure [Keia] won't let this RP die...

Argh, now someone is expecting something of me! I guess I can't run away anymore.

Ok, I'll be on chatzy while I make a "night-skip" post. If anyone wants a certain event to happen so that it could help set up a sub-plot or some such, feel free to jump on and nag at me until I add it in. If anyone has a good idea for some major event to happen, same deal.

If for some reason I'm not on like, say, my computer overheated or I didn't finish the post today, feel free to just PM me.

Though be warned that I like consistency, flow, and a healthy suspension of disbelief and any ideas that break any of those will be viewed harshly~

Also, I am not taking over Spencer's RP. I'm just taking a bit off his plate so that he can return a little easier. It's not like he's been offline for a week.

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

Father has been accepted by Spencer in the chat a while ago, but I finally got around to adding him to the roster~

Also, Spencer, PM me the details for the story you are planning so I can be an actual, less-useless Co-GM. Who knows? Maybe Guanyin's "omnipresence" could be useful for pushing the plot in the direction you wish.

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

(1) Exodus

Her smile didn’t falter, but her eyes drifted to the side in thought before almost immediately snapping back to him. She aimed the mini-Uzis further, honing in at him as if to threaten or shoot, but her slasher smile soon softened into a remnant of what it once was. Her eyes looked through him, still considering his proposal before trailing back to his large handgun. She huffed indignantly before lowering her weapons, though the submachine gun in her right hand still kept him in its sights at her hip.

“Next time, huh?” She had a relaxed and unfocused posture; her weapon aiming more for a spray-and-pray type of covering fire instead of an accurate targeting, should the man do something aggressive.“Alright then. You point me the way out, I won’t shoot you. You didn’t see me running in the alleys, and I didn’t shoot you when you popped outta nowhere.”

Well at least he lives a little bit longer. Now to follow up on his end of the deal. Granted, she really should put her gun down too, but Yoshimistu didn't want to test his luck and tell her that. He simply kept his own gun on hand and made sure not to show his entire back towards the woman. "Right then, just follow me." Yoshimitsu stayed close to the walls, ready to bounce off of it incase the girl decided that she had no more use for him. While there were a few cop cars zooming by, nothing about them told him they were looking for her or anyone in particular. It was strange how nonchalant they were today, making Yoshimistu highly suspicious of Lucilia. She's always up to something, and he had his own problems to deal with. Like this girl following him.

Normally Yoshimistu would make some polite conversation, but aside from telling her were to go and things like that, he was rather quiet. Their business would come to an end when Yoshimistu took her to a fairly mundane looking coffee house called "Daily Grind", a low quality shop that sold your usual Starbucks stuff with the logos torn off. It also doubled as a tax-evasion shelter, with some paths that would allow escapees to run into the New Tokyo underground. It was a cramp and smelly place, but also one of his favorites. At least as his normal self; no one down there dons a disguise out of necessity, and it turns out there are a lot of freaks like him down there. He even found some of the other escaped numbers. "Alright, here we are. Just go in and order a Cherry Cooler with Strawberry Cream and they'll show you a way out of the city. Or through it if you still have business here." This was a tense moment for him. This was the moment that decided if he lives another 24 or get's reduced to a stain on the sidewalk.

"I hate sweets, you know?" She flatly responded, staring up a the small cafe with a frown on her face. She wondered if he was seriously trying to smuggle her through the New Tokyo underground. It was true that she wanted to get out of the alleys and away from the searching officers but as he led her she noticed a lack of activity with the officers that did pass, a lack of tension that was present in pursuits. It got her thinking that she ran all this way for nothing and was being overly cautious, and that got her on edge.

And now, this man was trying to put her in the darkest part of the city. She spit to the side as if to get a bad taste out of her mouth.

"What's your name?"

"Yoshimistu."

"Thanks for leading me out. I'll remember it."

As she stared at the quaint shop absently, her right arm immediately raised, the Uzi lined up with him, and she squeezed the trigger.

(2) Betrayal

"Aw shit." The moment the gun was raised Yoshi wasn't about to let this song and dance happen again. Unlike back at the alley, Yoshimistu was ready for this and had much more space to move. He dashed right passed her, only getting a few holes in his coat. With a show of athleticism he jumped off one of the cafe's tables and onto their sign. He was certain that the staff would be able to take care of the crazy harlot now, so he decided to cut his loses and ditch his outfit. The mask popped off, and out of the full-body suit was the doppleganger's true form; an amorphous black blob. He used his illusion powers to cloak out of there, though what he really did was just sneak towards the back door in the event that the girl runs out there. He was going to get his revenge, one way or another.

Meanwhile in the cafe, most of the staff ran for cover, save their one "enforcer" who was really a mutant human. Not much special about him aside from being pumped with so much drugs that he could tear off the hubcap of a semi, and being smart wasn't really something they put much points into. But he was big, fast, and strong, and the moment the girl started firing he ran strait towards her to tackle her to the ground. Yeah, not the smartest idea.

Her Cheshire smile stretched across her face, reveling in the noises and sounds of action. The heavy thumping of the enforcer was quickly accompanied by the sound of her second automatic weapon unloading towards him, only half aiming so that she can continue listening. She quickly realized that his charge was not slowing in the metal hail. Clicking her tongue, yet still grinning wildly, she evaded with a quick somersault to the beast's side as it charged passed her.

"My name is Guanyin! Yoshimitsu~!"

She unloaded the rest of her left Uzi as well as the right into the hulking man as she ran backwards. When they both started clicking and her back hit a wall, she chuckled and temporarily set her left one aside.

"Hey, Yoshimitsu, let's play a game."

With the finesse of a trained professional, she quickly unbuckled a pouch on her thigh with her now free hand and pulled out a new magazine with a flourish. The beast was already hurdling towards her just as she finished reloading the second one. She was ready to evade once more for round two, her right foot pressing against the wall behind her to give her an extra boost.

(3) Juggernaut

Yoshimistu wisely chose to stay out of sight but continued to observe. The big hulk of a man was bleeding like crazy, blinded by his own blood, but it did nothing to slow him down. If anything, it made him more dangerous. Before he tried to play defensive, tried to take down this "Guanyin" quickly with as little damage to the store as he could. But now he was just chasing her down, and nothing was slowing him. The bullets hurt and would kill him, but who knows what would happen by the time it does. With Guanyin's back was towards the wall he had his arms out wide and tried to prevent her from dodging. She responded by kicking off the wall, than kneeing the giant in his already mutilated face, using it as a spring board to jump higher onto the wall and safely flip over the giant. He crashed through the wall losing no momentum, but it did leave him open to getting shot in the back.

Guanyin fired one of her Uzi's into the giant's back, the other one waiting for him to turn around, which he did. After emptying that magazine she fired the other one into the giant's face. She holstered her empty Uzi and kept shooting until she ran out of bullets. When she did, she quickly picked up a broken metal chair leg on the ground. When the bullets stopped the monster of a man charged at her again, but this time Guanyin was going to really mess him up. When he came charging at her like he always did, she slipped right between his legs, stabbing the broken chair leg right into his kneecap. This caused him to roar in pain trying to pull it out, but he was interrupted when another chair leg was stabbed into his hand, and twisted. The beast flailed his arms in a vain attempt to hit Guanyin, but she was able to stay out of his reach as she loaded fresh bullets into her two Uzi's.

The giant was now slowly bleeding out, his stamina reaching it's limit. He still tried to wave his arms around violently, but with a quick stomp to his head, the beast was still for a moment. An incomprehensible groan came from his utterly fucked up face, probably a taunt. Guanyin didn't really listen, she couldn't hear him over the sounds of her bullets shearing the flesh and bones off his neck.

Yoshimistu watched the woman work, waiting for the right moment to try to catch her off guard. He hoped the giant would kill her, but now that wasn't going to happen Yoshimistu striked. He didn't have his weapons, but he didn't need them. He switched to his trusty sharpened claws and lunged at Guanyin as she was finishing off the giant. His talons sunk into her ribs, and he was about to pull them out for another go when she managed to free herself, firing the remaining ammo in her guns at him. A few bullets managed to get a solid hit on him, but he managed to dodge enough to survive. Still hurt though, so he quickly took cover behind the bar, cloaking so he could make another ambush.

"C'mon Yoshimistu, play with me! It's like hide and seek. Except I can tag you with bullets!"

Guanyin loaded more bullets into her guns, looking for Yoshimistu. It was like she didn't even care about the six deep puncture wounds on her torso. Maybe she didn't. Yoshi on the other hand was trying to see if he could wait her out. He was certain that she must be dizzy and might bleed out. But after ten whole minutes, she just continued to keep around with no signs of fatigue. On the bright side, while she was looking for Yoshimistu, she didn't notice him eat the giant's corpse. That was a lot of mass he could use. He won't be able to take as many bullets as the giant did, but he could now take much more than he did before. With the giant's mass added to him, Yoshimistu decided it was time to end this.

The final confrontation was to take place on the second floor. The entire building was cleared out by now, so Yoshimistu wasn't entirely worried about bystandards. What he was worried was when Guanyin started shooting bullets everywhere. At first he thought he was found, but than her erratic patterns made him think she was just hoping for a lucky hit. Or maybe she was going crazy. Or already was and now letting lose. Semantics aside, Yoshimistu had enough of these games. Time to go for the kill. Right when Guanyin was reloading a new magazine Yoshimistu struck from above. He was just going to try to stab her in the eye and hope that by puncturing her brain she'd be dead for the count. But of course it was never that easy.

(4) Dirge

Guanyin showed a surprising amount of strength when she tore Yoshimistu off her face and into a wall. He got to his metaphorical feet and was ready to start slashing when she threw her Uzi at him. He reacted by grabbing it and shooting, only to get a click when he notice there wasn't any bullets in it. Infact there was no magazine. "Oh yeah, I attacked her w-" he didn't get to finish that thought when Guanyin picked him up again and tried to throw him into another wall. But hand-to-hand was more his forte than weapons. When she grabbed onto him again he had spikes of bones stab her hands, but also had his own set of hands clapsed over her own to make sure she didn't slip away. Than he created a few more blades of bones out of ribs, and used them to stab Guanyin. But the crazy woman didn't even make a noise. She just smiled. Smiled and ran towards the other wall, smashing Yoshimistu into it. He got dizzy for a moment and had a hard time keeping himself together, which gave her the ample time to tear out one of his own blades from his body. That didn't hurt, but now she was armed.

Yoshimistu was slashed across the face (Or, well, his body) and he reacted by slamming a bulk of his mass into Guanyin, sending her sprawling towards the otherwise. He slumped down onto the ground and brought out more blades to fight with while Guanyin just picked up the one she took from him. The girl was drenched in her own blood, he swore he could see her organs begin slipping out, but she just kept smiling. Her breath wasn't even ragged. The two faced off towards the each, neither one making a move. "What the hell are you?!"

"I told you," she paused to swallow the flood of blood within her mouth, "I'm Guanyin. More importantly, what the hell are you?"

Yoshimistu didn't really want to try to hold a conversation with this girl. But what could she do now? She didn't have her Uzi's and she was going to bleed out anyways. If nothing else, he could get some decent Intel on who she is or what she works for. "A science fair project, what do I look like? I'm just some blob creature... But that's not what I want to know. Guanyin, that name was mentioned this morning during the broadcast hijacking... I know you're not Guanyin. Guanyin isn't a person, it's an organization. Who are the Guanyin?"

"An organization?" She half laughed, half choked on blood. "Is your arm a part of the organization of your body? Is your brain just the leader of a group? No, you are you, just as we are Guanyin. I, I am Guanyin. He, Kostrat... He is Guanyin. He isn't "a part of" Guanyin. We are Guanyin."

"Quit screwing around with me! You know what I mean... Don't think that this won't get any worse. You may be all smiles, but what you're feeling right now is just a touch of the pain that's going to happen. You may be a insane nutcase, but I've dealt with stronger people than you. So let me make myself clear, and I want a real answer this time. What do the Guanyin want from this city? From... From this Omega?" Thinking about it, Yoshimistu almost fogot about that name. His name was washed under all the stuff that happened. And frankly Yoshimistu wasn't given enough brainpower to be a good interrogator, but he could still bluff.

She stared at him, her signature smile still stretched widely across her cheeks. Her free hand moved slowly, but steadily as it unbuckled one pouch after the other. When she finished, she answered him, "I've killed... too many that are stronger than me. I've eaten those stronger than me. I may not be normal like the people that work here, but the only time I truly feel... anything..." She closed her eyes momentarily as if savoring the thought, "...Is when I am Guanyin. Omega. Omega tried stepping on my name. And I want him hurt so bad because of that. That's all there is to it~" She ended in a sing-songy tone, despite choking once more on her blood immediately after.

Yoshimistu could hardly keep his own emotions in check now. This woman was more insane that he had thought; she wasn't even human! Or maybe... She was just a human who's been pushed too far. But no time for pity. Yoshimistu still needed to know more. He drew his blades out and approached her, too focused on getting her to make sense to take notice of her movements. "Quit playing games with me Guanyin! You kidnapped the mayor of New Tokyo, hijacked the news station, and had one of your own strapped with bombs! And all this for some sort of slight against Omega? What exactly did he do to make you all do this!?"

"Ahh~! You called me by my name! You get it. I am Guanyin." She licked her lips as her fingers slid into a pouch on her waist. "Yoshimitsu."

She gave a coy, gentle smile.

"Please survive."

She lurched forward, fingers digging into one of her pouches and quickly bringing up an object towards her face as she charged straight at him.

"I won't let you!" Yoshimitsu quickly intercepted her and thrust his large bone talons through her arm and into her chest, pinning her hand in place and lifting her off the ground. But he was seconds to late, and her hand was close enough. She quickly bit onto the metallic ring and pulled. Even with the nerves and muscles in her arm cleaved apart by his claws, how? How could she maintain her grip on-

Yoshimitsu froze momentarily when he realized what it was in her hand. The strange grenade was missing it's pin, fully active and cooking in her iron grip. He quickly tried pulling his arm back, but the woman's final act of defiance was her swinging her free arm in a wide arc and digging the stolen bone deep into his body and pulling him in, forcing him closer to her cruel smile with what was not the strength of a woman with a foot already in the grave.

"Yoshimitsu, I'll r-remember you, alright?! I'll definitely come back, ah...!"

"You crazy bitch!"

"You'd better b... be here, Yoshimitsu! Y-you'd better be h-"

The flash of harsh light that enveloped their entangled bodies smoldered into a devastating fireball, erupting from the top of the cafe and flying into the sky, spewing forth what little remains of the roof existed and shattering the glass of all surrounding buildings.

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

Guanyin’s “innocent girl” smile twitched and contorted into a forced grin with furrowed brows when the man spoke, and it fell apart completely when he pulled out his large hand cannon. The final straw came when he mentioned the word “hero.” Guanyin cocked her head, raised the submachine gun in her right hand until its barrel was lined up with the man, and sported a toothy slasher smile that looked far too comfortable on her face.

“Maybe you did see him sometime. See, this bad person is a suspicious man skulking around in alleys, wearing all black with a scary face, and armed with two long blades…” she gestured with her other arm to his handgun, “…and a big gun. This criminal has a tendency to corner lovely maidens such as I and pull it out as if he can’t help himself! And what’s a girl to do…”

Her other mini-Uzi slowly rose until it was aligned with his head…

“...but defend herself?” she sang.

And then the gun continued rising, higher and higher, until the barrel tapped the side of her head. She licked her lips as her Cheshire smile grew. Her fingers were twitchy on the triggers, ready to squeeze if he made any sudden movements or tried defending himself / attacking her. Her breathing was a lot more stable since she was forced to stop, and while her posture was a little flamboyant, the firearms aimed at both her and her target, her aim and calmness indicated that she was not new to using such weaponry. Or, at the very least, she was well experienced mentally.

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

Cassowarysaur said
Just ignore Shinobi, guys. It's not like he just free-ran across half of New Tokyo's skyline.

Quite a few of us are in alleys flanked by large buildings, so we don't have much of a view.

If I remember correctly, Surgeon is near the crumbling Mahogany Tower as well. Sometimes you just have to be aggressive and take try to push for interaction (but don't force it or make it too unnatural).

Also, a reminder to folks to keep joining the chat. While I try to post important things that happen in chat also in the OOC (though important stuff rarely happens), it more importantly keeps the interest and enthusiasm for characters flowing.
Plus, fun stuff happens like Alraune's babies, Erebus' butt, Authority Queen ruling the sea, Lumineer making people cry, Erebus' butt, Omega being OP, the OTP of ErebusxLumineer, the OT3some of ErebusxLumineerxEdge, Erebus' butt, and more!

Please forgive me Ryonara, for not being on earlier so that I can respond. You can expect my next post to be tomorrow, though.

-Superhero RP- Act 1: The Rise of Omega.

For all you folks wondering where Alraune is:

It's past 9 PM. It's dark. Plant butts don't like to overexert themselves when they don't have a constant source of sunlight.