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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Dedonus

thanks for the heads up, lol, no writing tomorrow though, I'll be too busy stuffing my face to see my keyboard.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Dedonus

Yeah, I'm still working out the kinks of it and what not, so I guess you guys can hang back for a bit while I get it in order! I planned on making a giant post or maybe my own game, idk I've never actually been a GM or anything like that before, but this is kind of a big project and big projects take loads of time, so meh. I'm just wingning it lol, but until then just enjoy In Stereo and Phoenix until things start kicking up.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hey phoenix's post is now up!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Phoenix had never seen a plane before, and it amazed him that such a wonder existed in this time. He stood in an empty airport lobby; Charlton sat wearily in a seat, seemingly tired of having to drive people back and forward between home and the airport. The night sky was blank, and heavily clouded as Phoenix laid a hand on the cool glass of the window. He had also never seen windows before, oddly enough, though as he stayed in the future longer he wondered why his tiny village never had any.

“Probably because glass was something I had specifically tried to create myself.” Dehxi spoke to him, quietly. Phoenix perked up a little, intrigued. He glanced at the tired butler slumped over his knees sitting exhausted in a lobby chair. He felt it was safe to speak, but only if he were quiet.

“Really?” He whispered.

“Yes. It was...a challenge I set upon myself.” Dehxi chuckled lightly. “Though, now that you and I are linked, I don’t doubt we could try for it ourselves.” The god said. The very idea excited Phoenix, he tapped his finger against the window, as if trying to get a feel for the material.

“That would be fun.” He said. “Maybe I could bring some of the glass back with me.” Phoenix couldn’t see the god, of course, but he could feel a shift in temperament.

“Young one...You don’t actually think that....”

Phoenix’s brow furrowed. “I know. I was just...I hoped that I could go back. But, I understand, it might not be-”

“Stop muttering, Mr. Phoenix. Please, it’s a little concerning now.” Charlton spoke up from his seat.

Phoenix jumped at his voice, and blushed slightly embarrassed. “S-sorry.” He said. “Is...is Eris back yet?”

“No. They’re not back yet. Roland is still...discussing stuff...with them.” Charlton sighed, and rolled his head back. Phoenix shuffled his feet awkwardly, looking away.

“Why don’t you check on him, Fexi. I am...worried for him.”

Phoenix cleared his throat, and breathed in deeply. “A...are you okay, Charlton?” Phoenix asked him, looking at him concerned. The butler glanced at him, almost surprised he had even spoke again.

“Um...yeah. I’m fine. I must look terrible right now, though.” He said, chuckling. “I just...I’m just a bit tired, you know?”

“From all of the driving?” Phoenix asked. He wasn’t exactly sure how cars functioned, but it looked like a lot of work to him.

“No, it’s not...Look, driving you guys around isn’t the problem at all.” Charlton spoke informally. It was odd hearing him speak casually, especially to someone he only just met like Phoenix. “It’s this...trip. Seattle. God, I never thought I’d even set foot in that city again.”

“Seattle is a safe place, no?” Phoenix said.

“It is, it’s just...I can’t really talk about it right now, Phoenix. It’s personal.”

“I am still worried...we will watch and see. Maybe he will feel better with time.” Dexhi spoke.

Phoenix let the issue drop, and decided to take a seat next to him. The two of them sat there, again, in silence just waiting for Eris to come back out with Roland. They had been gone for about fifteen minutes now. The plane hadn’t arrived, it was one of those late arrivals that Charlton hated so much. People milled about further along in the airport, but they were so far away, they might as well not be there at all. Phoenix tapped his finger gently across the soft, felt covering of the office chairs provided in the lobby. He wondered silently what Seattle would be like.

“It’s a big city, not like Provence at all.” Dexhi said. “[i]There are towers larger than any you will have ever seen, Phoenix.”[i]

That sounded wonderful to him. He wanted to say something, but Charlton was sitting next to him, and he already told him off for muttering.

“So...where exactly are you...from, Phoenix?” Charlton asked him. Phoenix didn’t jump this time from his voice.

“I am from an island. It’s gone now, though.” He said. He then thought about taking back what he said, from the horrified look Charlton gave him.

“Gone…? What do you mean?” He asked, hushed.

Phoenix gulped. “Well, I...my home was destroyed, a long time ago.”

Charlton shook his head. “I heard that part, it’s just-which island? I haven’t heard anything about that on the news, or anything.”

“That’s because it was before this time. A long time ago.” Phoenix reitirated.

“It was way before your time, Charlton.” Roland and Eris finally returned from wherever they were hiding. “I would explain, but we don’t have a lot of time. The plane’s supposed to be arriving any minute now.”

“Seattle is gonna be awhile, so let’s just sit for a bit.” Eris said. They slumped in the seat next to Phoenix, and Phoenix noticed they still wore that horrible costume.

“Perhaps they just like bright colors, Phoenix. Though...I wonder how one could possibly fit those colors into a proper Paradox uniform.” Dexhi laughed, lightly.

“What are planes like?” Phoenix asked them. Eris shrugged.

“Meh. They’re like...a bus, or a car. Except with lots of other people in them. And in the air.” They said. “Roland already told me about...whatever is going on with you. Time travel, huh?”

Phoenix balked. Roland, or rather Daraeya, must have told them. She was still keeping a hold of her identity though. Roland glared at him, which was enough to let Phoenix know he should keep quiet about the whole Daraeya/Roland thing. Charlton sat up straighter in his chair.

“You’re a time traveler?” He asked, astounded. Phoenix was somewhat familiar with this term since he joined Paradox. Crow, a friend of his at HQ, had used the phrase to refer to his situation. Phoenix just nodded, feeling slightly uncomfortable with all of the sudden attention.

“I guess that explains...just about everything. The weird accent, and odd clothes.” Eris said, and Phoenix felt insulted that they would call his clothing odd, when they were constantly dressed like...that.

“I take it you don’t like pastels, huh Phoenix?” Dexhi asked. Phoenix didn’t know what a “Pastel” was, but if Eris’ clothing was anything to go off of-

“The plane is here.” Roland announced, and the three of them got up to enter the terminal. Charlton stayed where he was seated, and Eris looked back at him, concerned.

“Charlton, are you sure you want to come?” They asked. Charlton breathed in deeply, and looked up at them.

“I...Yes. I have to, Eris.” He said, standing up. “I’d have to face him eventually, anyway.”

Eris held their hand out to him, and the two of them linked arms. Phoenix trailed behind, but Roland prodded him in the back. Or rather, Daraeya did. “We have to go now. Someone is following us.”

Phoenix fought the urge to ask who, and just walked briskly to the plane’s gang way.

…………………..

The plane ride was surprisingly calm. Phoenix garnered a few odd looks from the other passengers, but none were inherently malicious glares like the ones Roland/Daraeya kept shooting him from across the aisle. Eris and Charlton sat next to each other a seat behind him, and he couldn’t hear anything back there, so he assumed everything must be going fine. There were children on the plane, which surprised Phoenix as he thought putting kids of all people thousands of feet in the air was just about the worst idea ever, but none of them seemed over all scared. Except for maybe a few, the plane was an oddly serene place to be.

He laid his head back, minding the old woman next to him reading a fashion catalouge one of the stewards had provided. Soon, they took off, and Phoenix barely felt anything as the plane rose. With time, they reached the skies, and while Phoenix wasn’t graced with having a window seat, he could still see the night sky out of the window next to the old woman. She was snoring peacefully now, Phoenix noted. He himself began to feel a bit drowsy, even tired. He closed his eyes, maybe when he woke up, they’d already be in the magnificent city of Seattle, where towers were as tall as the clouds.

“Phoenix! Stay awake!” Dexhi’s voice was a distant memory in his ears. He could barely hear him at all. “It’s a trick! Someone is putting you to sleep! Xal, wake up already!” Hearing rolun, even if it was an offensive curse, jostled him awake but only a little. He looked around the plane, his vision blurred with sleep. He couldn’t hear anyone talking, not even in hushed tones. Roland lay, slumped forward in his seat, though every once in awhile, he would jolt and jerk every which way. Daraeya must be fighting whatever was lulling them all to sleep. A sharp, but quick pain, stabbed Phoenix behind his eyes, and suddenly he was able to think and see clearly.

The plane was alseep, no one moved or spoke. Phoenix could hear Eris and Charlton snoring quietly behind him. “What’s going on…?” He asked, quietly.

“It’s Dexarte. She’s found us. Or rather, she’s found me.” Dexhi said.

“Right you are, old friend!” A voice from the plane spoke. It held a deep, feminine baritone and she had an odd accent that Phoenix had never heard before. “So you’re Dexhi’s new host?”

“Who...who are you?” Phoenix asked. He stood up, slight fearful.

“Relax. I am a friend, not an enemy. Like your dear Dexhi.” She said.

Phoenix looked all around the plane, but he couldn’t see her. “Could you...show yourself? Please?” He asked. Dexarte chuckled.

“Of course. My apologies. I’m a little new to planes myself.” A snap of fingers could be heard, and suddenly she stood a few steps away from Phoenix in the aisle. She had dark skin, and cream colored dress with bows and moths littered on the hem. Her hair was gray, and it fell down her back in a poofy trail. She looked at him cheerfully with unusual gold eyes, rimmed with-

“You have Tala marks!” Phoenix said, and he felt a rush of remembrance of his home. His own sister had Tala marks all along her arms, she said they were for good luck and wealth.

“Ah, it feels nice for someone to recognize my marks as what they are!” Dexarte said, smiling. “Though, I did not come here to talk about Tala. I am here to help you.”

“She could have done it with a bit more tact…” Dexhi grumbled. Dexarte laughed.

“You always were a jumpy one, Dexhi.” She said. “I understand we’re looking for-”

“You wretch!” Roland, or rather, Daraeya was now awake. “You come hunting us down like lost dogs, and have the audacity to-!”

“Oh. It’s you, Daraeya.” Dexarte said, deflated. “I had not noticed you among the mortals.”

Daraeya was shocked silent for a minute, her mouth hanging open. “How-how dare you! I am the God of these Skies and you will-”

“So we’re looking for Tul, right?” Dexarte ignored Daraeya completely, and the latter seethed in her seat, angry.

“Yes. He is Darius Winter’s murderer.” Dexhi said. Dexarte looked down at her bare feet, saddened.

“So it is true then...he really is gone…” She said.

“You knew?” Phoenix asked. She nodded.

“I tracked your friend, Mindy Diasco, for answers on where to find you two. She...told me Darius had passed some time ago.”

“Yes, yes, it’s all well and sad, but what about the god that was residing in him? Who cares about the mortal-” Daraeya began, but Dexarte shot her an angry look.

“I cared for the mortal, Daraeya. Look, we both lost someone, so let us work together and catch their murderer.” She said. “Tul killed them, but...why?”

“Tul...he is a god...I have heard his name before.” Phoenix said.

“But of course you would. He was worshipped in temples on the island. The God of Nothing, remember?” Dexhi said.

“God of Nothing” did sound somewhat familiar to him. “Why would he do something like that? Aren’t you all...the same?” Phoenix asked.

“Humans kill other humans, don’t they?” Daraeya said, cynically.

“We are not so different, sometimes.” Dexarte spoke. Daraeya scoffed.

“I guess it’s not impossible for a God to...travel so far, so fast. He is thousands of miles away.”

Daraeya nodded. “Though he is God of Nothing, he is not without power. A God who owns nothing, owns everything.”

Seattle was not looking to be a promising place to visit.
…………………..

I’ve never been to seattle, but oh boy are we gearing up for something fun, huh? also, Phoenix is so close to dragging Eris into a department store.

tonight's atmosphere

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOxkGD8qRB4

if you hate kpop or league of legends then don't click on tonight's atmosphere, this song is literally all I've been listening to for about a week now, I'm sorry but not really.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

hey, so thanksgiving is coming up fast and I see that no one has really come to me about the Arc I proposed, but I still kind of want you guys' input on it and stuff, the arc was basically an open arena type thing that spanned mutliple dimensions, and all of our characters would work together somehow to close holes in the space-time continuim.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

oof, that sucks, hope you found some sleep some how.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

new mindy post just got added, also I'm writing other things in my spare time, maybe one day you'll meet those characters in this universe, but for the time being they'll be getting their own book and shit. trying to put some use into my wattpad account, lol. also did you guys celebrate halloween, I went as an alien.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The plane had an unsettling calm over it, Mindy noticed that no one talked or whispered, no babies seemed to cry, no kids seemed to scream. Everything held an air of bated breath like the entire cabin was waiting eagerly for something to happen. It made Mindy anxious, she hated the silence. Looking around, she noticed the man slumped on her arm sleeping, though he looked to be snoring loudly, didn’t so much as mutter in his sleep. The seat was cramped, but then again, so was everything else on the plane. Mindy was more concerned with the silence than the seat space. She couldn’t think with how quiet everything was. It made her want to scream, which she knew would be seen as an extreme action, but it still nagged at her like when she was back at the hotel.

She bent her body out into the aisle to get a better look of the plane, hopefully trying to catch the attention of one of the steward’s. The front of the cabin wasn’t empty, but none of the attendants were very attentive of their surroundings. One woman had her head lolled back, drool forming on her uniform as she slept soundly, but quietly. A man in an apron with the flight logo on the front leaned lazily against the cockpit door, not minding that he was potentially blocking a path to the pilots. No one but her seemed to be fully aware of the atmosphere on the plane, and this unnerved her even more so than anything else. She gulped, anxiety slowly bubbling to the surface. She could feel that something was wrong, like a perfect painting with a few missing details, there was just something off about the whole scene.

“Silence is supposed to be a calming attribute.” A voice rang out through the quiet. It was feminine, yet deep and slightly accented. Mindy couldn’t place where the voice came from in relation to her seat in the plane, but she knew the accent was definitely Nigerian. “I can feel your heart racing from all the way down here, what’s wrong?” The voice asked. Mindy made as if to speak, but found that she couldn’t. Her own voice had grown tight with worry. “Ah, my apologies, young doctor. Allow me.” A moment passed, and that tight feeling went away. The anxiety was still there, but her voice had returned.

“Who...Who are you?” Mindy asked, quietly. She didn’t think speaking loudly would be appropriate, despite the woman talking cleary as if she were next to Mindy.

The woman laughed. “I am...many things. A God is what you should think of me as. I rule over the earth, you know.” She explained.

“You’re god?” Mindy asked, awed. More laughter from the woman.

“Not the one you’re thinking of, doctor. I am my own God. They call me Dexarte, Goddess of the Earth and many Trails.” She said. “It’s a long title.”

Mindy scoffed. “To be sure. Well...why are you here, Dexarte?” She asked. “I know I’m a doctor, but there’s only so much I can do.” Dexarte chuckled lightly.

“I am looking for someone.” Dexarte said. “You know him by the moniker ‘Phoenix’. We’re supposed to be looking for someone else together.”

“I do know Phoenix.” Mindy said.

“Of course. I know this already.” Dexarte explained. “I am a God remember?”

“Then you will have no trouble finding him, right?” Mindy said, smugly.

“Well now, I didn’t say any of that. I do need your help.” Dexarte said. “Tell me where Phoenix is.”

Another moment of silence passed before Mindy spoke again. “No.” She said simply. Dexarte sighed, with a hint of amusement.

“I see you are braver than I thought.” She said.

“I will only tell you if you reveal yourself to me. Stop hiding, wherever you are.” Mindy said. Dexarte seemed to think it over, because Mindy did not hear the Goddess’ voice for quite sometime.

“Very well.” She said, finally. A soft snap of fingers could be heard from somewhere in the plane, and when Mindy looked next to her near the aisle, she nearly jumped from fear at the sight of a woman standing there straight backed as if she had always been there. Dexarte made for an alarming sight. Her skin was dark, and her hair was a light, stone gray. It curled in excessive amounts down her back, in a poofy, frizzy train. She wore a short, cream colored dress that ended at her knees in the front, but continued onward in the back; tiny bows and butterfiles were littered here and there along the dress. Mindy looked at the womans face, and saw that she had quite some years on her. Wrinkled laugh lines formed around her eyes, as she smiled down at Mindy’s startled expression. Intricate, sprawling golden tattoos were etched onto her face, around her grey eyes; they looked like ancient henna designs to Mindy. Suddenly, her meeting with the detective comes to mind. “What’s the matter, doc? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Dexarte joked.

“Or a God.” Mindy smirked. “So you really are a...Goddess. Not just some super with a fancy outfit?” Mindy asked her, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Dexarte nodded.

“I am indeed a God. And now that you have seen me, you will tell me about Phoenix.” She said. Mindy cocked her head to the side, she was feeling a little more brazen than usual, and that’s a wonderous statement considering the more recent events in her life.

“What do you plan on doing to him?” Mindy asked. “You don’t exactly seem dangerous, but I’d bet everything that you’re keeping this whole plane quiet right now all on your own.” She gestured toward the plane passengers.

Dexarte swiped a finger across her tattoo, underneath her right eye. “Sharp eyes. I am doing just that. I only need to speak to you, after all.” She admitted. “I already told you why I need to see Phoenix. To find an old friend of ours.”

Mindy nodded. “Yes. But who is this friend of yours?” She asked. It was the first time Mindy saw the Goddess’ easy demeanor slip a little.

“I’m afraid that’s none of your business doc.” She said, tense. “Why do you want to know?” Mindy looked away from her, self conscious.

“There was someone I once knew who...well, he had connections to strange people.” Mindy began. “He passed recently, and I had no idea what to do. However, I’ve been told something very revealing about him that makes me highly suspicious of you.” She explained. Her hands clasped the sides of the seat tightly, as if the plane were falling at mock speed.

“I am certain I could not have known this friend of yours.” Dexarte laughed, quietly. “I may be a friendly God, but I don’t fraternize with everyone I meet.”

“I understand. But he has certainly met you, he just wasn’t...aware of it. You appeared to him in a different light.” She said. “In a different body, with a different voice, and a different name...even a different gender.” Dexarte squirmed uncomfortably where she stood. “You could’ve met him when you were someone else, is all I’m trying to say.”

“Yes. Perhaps. What was his name?” Dexarte asked, frowning.

“Darius, Darius Winters.”

Dexarte’s eyes lit up in recongnition. “That name...is familiar. I have met him before, you were right. He has passed you say?” She asked, sadly. “I used to work under him, as an assistant in his lab. Are you the same as me? An assistant?”

Mindy shook her head. “I was a student, I guess. This detective mentioned him meeting someone like you a few weeks before he was-” She stopped herself, and Dexarte looked away.

“This detective of your’s is right about a lot, it seems.” She said. “He didn’t mention my name, I presume. Otherwise you would’ve recognized me.”

“It was just a small description, but it’s stuck with me for awhile. I thought at first that the detective meant a super of some kind, but to see an actual god…” She sighed. “It’s been kind of a hectic week for me.”

“I can tell, just from looking at the trail you’ve left behind. You have had quite the exciting life.” Dexarte said. “But still, I need to know the whereabout’s of Phoenix. I’m sorry about your friend, really, but this is important.”

“Phoenix is with a friend. In a town called Provence, New Jersey.” Mindy answered. “So...you don’t know anything about how he could’ve...died?”

Dexarte shook her head sadly. “I’m afraid I didn’t even know he was gone until you told me just now. I’m sorry.” She said.

“It’s fine.” Mindy said. “I was just hoping.” They both sat there in silence for a short while before Dexarte moved. She bent forward, directly in front of MIndy’s face, and grabbed the girls head in her hands. Dexarte then proceeded to lightly trace something below her eyes, along the bridge of her nose, on both cheekbones.

“If you ever need me for anything, trace along your eyes and I will be there.” She said. “I have to go now. I don’t have much keeping me on this plane, except for this.” She held out an ingot of iron from her pocket.

Mindy felt along her face where Dexarte had touched her, very confused, but willing to hopefully try it out when she got the chance. Dexarte smiled at her, and waved, before she disappeared again entirely. MIndy looked around for her, wondering where she could’ve gone, but stopped when she realized the plane was filled with noise. The man next to her was snoring loudly, two kids were playing games in the next aisle back, and passengers chatted while the plane flew them to Goergia. Mindy’s thought’s were far from home, though.

……………………

Welp we are slowly but suely getting there folks, I welcome you to Dexarte (Day-Shar-Tay) Goddess of the Earth and many Trails.

Tonight’s Atmosphere

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lmbly6uoFv4

I've been listening to RWBY's soundtrack again, so here.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I introduce you all to In Stereo! The Origin Story!

In Stereo: Origins

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/175002-in-stereo-origins/ooc

Enjoy!