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Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

I would think that we should, all things considered. ;/
Until I get a go-ahead to assume control, its still technically Paul's thread and I respect their input for spurring me to reboot the thread that I said I would. <_>

Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

@DocRock
Looks pretty solid. I'd approve it.

@Chiro
Your crazy cultists are still super goofy. :P
Regardless, welcome back.

Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

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Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

Hey all yas! I was intending on making a few design changes.
Starting without gear was kinda rough, so I'm scrapping that bit since re-arming everyone takes forever. Everyone has with them what they had when they were...zoinked into a cell? Not totally sure how to describe the stasis without spoilers.

@A Lowly Wretch
Welcome back! Everything looks pretty much the same, and that's cool. Gangraena is a sweetheart. :P

@ShwiggityShwah
Hey yas, good to see the doctor again. I was hoping to hear more from them.

@Veradana
Same as above. Keeping it diverse with the bird-person is pretty solid.

@Eisenhorn
Gosh, I don't remember the 'senpai' bit. <_>
Either way, they both look good. ^^

@DocRock
Not sure what to do with such little information. :x
Characters don't necessarily have to be combat-focused, if that helps you in your decision-making.

Unheroic: The Reboot

Of course I'm a part of this. :P

Here Be Dragons: A Horror/Mecha RP on the Dark Frontier

I'd be keen on seeing what a mecha rp like this has to offer. :o

What kind of modifications are necessary to make a 'pilot' out of a person?

Mass Effect- Seraphim

Definitely interesting. Huge fan of Mass Effect. :o

DARKMOOR CHRONICLES 💀 The Isle of Dementia (Interest Gathering) (Casual Roleplay)

Certainly interesting.

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

The stranger who'd introduced themselves as 'Ahnciel' silently flinched from the contact of River's wing touching them. They sighed and graciously took the cloth from Pox to more efficiently relieve themselves of the slight marring of crimson on the metal. Making a gesture of a hand over their chest and a small bow to convey some measure of thanks, their head snapped to Gangraena and their boisterous poise caused such noise. Quickly, they threw their hands out in front of them towards the woman even as she bellowed into the halls. Waving arms pantomiming a request that she stop shouting, bringing a finger in front of the beak of its mask in frantic shushing motions in vain until only the distant echoes remained.

Ahnciel had not considered the idea of anyone in the middle of a jailbreak making so much noise. There was nothing to be done about it, now, and who could say what had overheard her. Ahnciel's intricately metal-clad arms jingled slightly as they feel to their sides. Their eyes seemed fixed on the anchor somewhat embedded in the table, though they had no interest in inspecting it as it was amidst the mess they'd just freed themselves from with the aid of the doctor who was leaving to scout ahead with the automaton, Primalia not far behind them.

Now more than ever, Ahnciel seemed anxious to leave, though they were conflicted about waiting for more of the party to exit the storeroom. Unfortunately, elaboration was made clear for the group by the sound of raised voices from down the hall. In a language foreign to the heroes, accusing tones and annoyed growls were issued before something came sailing down the hall, tumbling to a stop in the dim light appeared to be the gnawed remains of a severed human hand. Ahnciel's recomposed construct turned to the source, lowering itself into a ready stance was a collection of footsteps followed after the lone appendage.
Three figures standing around five feet tall stepped out. The one in front wore a helmet on what was at first mistaken to be its head before a single massive eyeball blinked behind the guard. They were shirtless, holding the supposed primary section of the arm up to a massive pair of lips on their belly which sucked on the stump for a moment before pulling it away to gurgle and messily sputter blood down the steps and over the table.
Two behind it looked like how one might describe a goblin, though the flesh around their exposed and decaying teeth was raggedly missing as if having been eaten off. Redding around puffy eyes and sores across their faces made them almost seem like the undead for a moment if it weren't for their audible ragged, diseased breaths. They were pushed aside by a fourth figure who emerged, almost seven feet tall and covered head to toe in an oily black mop of reeking patchy fur. They abstained from clothing though the fur suited enough of the purpose and appeared heavyset to a degree where conventional clothing probably wouldn't have been practical. They toted a cliché club fashioned out of a large broken hunk of wood with long nails having been driven through it to stick out one side.

"Loud! Group sixteen shuts up!" the tall one roared in a strained bubbling tone like phlegm being forced through thick piano wires. It pointed at the group, starting with Pox before panning to the others. "More disgusting every time. Stay on your side!" they chuckled before storming towards the two would-be scouts, making to shove them back.

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

The foreman raised a brow ridge from Nale bursting in and apparently locking eyes with one of the boxes on wheels another newt was pushing. With no introduction or word elsewise, they set upon the stock of refurbished blades. There was a long pause, the newt backing away and looking to the foreman who watched, expectantly before splaying their arms out in a greeting, slowly approaching Nale. "Why, welcome to tha fekin' Coalworks, mi'boy! Please! Hav'a sit ehn FEK! WEHTH! MEH! SHET!" they barked, having taken a hat from a newt on their way over and used it to swat at Nale in pace with their exclamations. "Tha fek'r you!? Neh! Confiscations are in the Fleshworks" the grizzled newt blatantly lied for all Jericho knew and if Gangarena was paying the slightest bit of attention. As far as Nale knew, he was probably barking up the wrong tree, though the various shortswords and daggers seemed of serviceable design. While not entirely unique in a side-by-side comparison with so many of similar make, they were well made and also well used. The contents of the box as well as the ones on the rack appeared to have been recently sharpened, and showed evidence of needing to be sharpened multiple times.

This wasn't just a storeroom, it was an armory.

"Fleshwork'll suit y'armor wants ehn oll tha fekery y'dragged in with yeh" The foreman explained, still glaring at Nale for their lack of respect for simply barging in. Tossing the hat over their shoulder for its owner to catch, they glanced between the rest of them before dipping a few fingers from three hands into a respective pocket to retrieve a pocketwatch with each hand. "If yer wer in tha coil, y'might neht wanna fek around, long. Th'blades'r feh the feks tha'dull'em. Certain y'll see tha feks wherev'a go" They commented, putting two of the pocketwatches away and briefly resting their hands on the edge of the box before swinging two free hands to the direction of the rack and the boxes they gestured to, before. "Y'take what y'need ehn fek off! Y'nevah wer here-" They started, already walking away before looking over their shoulder to conclude with, "-n'ye butcher tha feks, rough...eh?...eh..." not even waiting for a response before turning the corner into the implied workshop to the right.

One and Two still lingered, Two having been at the box Nale was going through as was presently fixing and adjusting their hat while One used a small crowbar to pry up the lid of a crate containing fabrications of mobile dwelling. "Here. Tha stairs for...you...will no doubt be rough ehn...Ah!" they started to explain, holding up tent kits and bedrolls before lifting hands in an excited manner. "Vee has! Eit iz...not what eit could be, b-but iz yours!" their voice came from behind an adjacent crate while they fished around in a smaller crate to retrieve what looked like a gray canvas backpack with leather trim and a symbol on the main flap appearing like two capitol 'H's crossing eachother in an 'X'. "Limited. Tailored by Handi Havaar, 'iz self...no, you do not need to know him" They explained, opening the flap and beginning to toss bedrolls and tent kits, bundles of wood, a couple crowbars, snowshoes, a few lengths of rope, pitons, a hammer or two, a pair of flint and steel...at which point it should have been apparent what was occurring as there was no way even two of the tent kits could have fit, let alone all four and the rest of the mess. The list went on with a few smaller boxes with foreign writing akin to what was on the end of Gangreana's new 'anchor'.
After about a minute of shoveling what had to be nearing a hundred or two pounds of kit, One closed the flap and buckled it, hoisting it with ease and presenting it to the three. "Iz a rarity, do not lose it, eh?" they chirped, the bag weighing at most 5lbs to whomever decided to take it.

All the While Two tapped their foot, nervously. "The sides have more space, just want it, the bag will find it. Handy, no?" They joked with an anxiously brief chuckle before 'hrm'-ing and crossing their arms, obviously worried about something, likely being discovered. In demonstration, they pulled a longbow and a shortbow and a quiver of arrows from a half-opened crated and slipped them into the side pocket before reaching into the other side and pulling out the top of a bow, letting it drop back in. "I-if you have what you can manage...please leave, now" They bluntly spoke, already starting to pull the boxes and rack on wheels off to sides to make it seem more natural.