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In The Division | Mao Mao & Andreyich → 4 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
PENNSYLVANIA PLAZA // MADISON SQUARE FIELD HOSPITAL
The elevator came to a stop and the door opened, but Bates sighed and thanked his partner. "Thanks for that... Now, let's find out what the hell is going on here."

Upon reaching the partially opened door, Bates pulled out his pistol and slowly pushed it. But, he felt something blocking it and began pushing it with all of his strength. He made his into the room and saw the firefight that recently took place. Seven more NYPD officers laid dead on the floor with bullet holes throughout the body. The blood suggested that the killings took place recently. Then, Bates saw the scientist from the feed still working on something despite his dying state. It was oblivious that something was wrong with him. Before Bates was able to say something, the scientist picked up the pistol and blindly fired in their direction.

Instead of returning fire, Bates made sure to hide behind cover and tried to reason with him. "Hold on, we aren't here to kill you! Captain Romero sent us here to get some fuel. Do you know her?"

The scientist put his pistol back on the tablet and began to violently cough up blood. "Yeah... she was the one that abandoned them."

"Who?"

"The people that sought our help and we just gave up without putting up a fight." the scientist turned around and approached the window that divided the rooms. "My name is Doctor Elliot Horton. I used to work at the Bellevue Hospital before I was transferred to this field hospital, assigned to research the virus and find possible treatments. I...I think that I am the only one left for the team."

"Were they killed by the officers?"

"Oh, no. My associates either ran away or died from the virus itself. I was in the lab when the officers were trying to get access to the supplies. I knew they were looking for blood, so I acted first." Elliot once again coughed violently that he nearly lost his balance. Bates asked if he was alright, but there was no response. He asked again, but still no response. Before he asked for the third time, the scientist sighed after wiping the blood from his mouth.

"I... I'm infected and its slowly killing me."

In Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone → 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

BLACK PANTHER
REAWAKENED
THE HIDDEN PARADISE // 01.00.00
Royal Palace of Wakanda // Birnin Zana
The Taifa Ngao called for an emergency meeting minutes after T’Challa’s announcement to address the historical moment. It lasted for two entire days before the council had a solid plan, which was to condemn the king’s decision to reveal Wakanda’s true existence to the outsiders. Surprisingly, the vote was nearly split in half along the members. Some felt that the time of hiding was over when Ulysses and his private army invaded the country. Others were still standing by tradition and believed that the world would turn against them. It was the fourth time that the council vote was divided in Wakandan history.

Then, to the surprise of everyone, T’Challa entered the chambers dressed for the occasion. “It’s great to see everyone working hard during these uncertain times, but we will not need the drums of war.”

Amara Azikiwe, the opposition's unofficial leader, spoke up to the king while attempting to remain respectful. “My king, It saddens me that you haven’t reconsider your unorthodox decision. I hope you’re here to hear us out.”

“In all honesty, I am not here to listen to you but to invite everyone to greet the outsiders with me. And, if you wish to attend with us for the day.”

“You already know our answer.” Amara responded with some bite in her words. “We are not going to allow you to commit to this blasphemy on our history!”

"Then, get out of my way or, if you still wish, come with me. Either way, you don't have a choice." T’Challa's intimidation was a surprise even to his diehard supporters. Then, his wrist bead lit up and left the chambers without saying anything else. He saw the message left behind by Okoye and started reading it.

In Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone → 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥
♦ T ' C H A L L A ♦ K I N G O F W A K A N D A ♦
♦ W A K A N D A ♦ T A I F A N G A O ♦
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T

"The world will see Wakanda and know our strength."
For centuries, the mantle of Black Panther has been passed down to those who fought for the throne. The Kings of Wakanda kept hidden the most valuable resource to the world: vibranium. It was the metal that allowed the isolated country to flourish beyond human imagination. And to keep the knowledge secured, the Black Panther sworn to fight off outsiders and invaders. It wasn't a struggle until the 20th century and the Second World War, where King Azzuri was the first ruler to work with outsiders against the Nazi machine. And as a result, he used favors to formally gained independence from the British. Yet, still untrusting of them and the superpowers, Azzuri created a false history of Wakanda to hide the truth.

After Azzuri's death, his sons dueled for the throne that lasted for forty-eight hours. King T'Chaka emerged the victor and took over the mantle. With the Cold War and technology escalating at an alarming rate, he was the first ruler in Wakandan history to face the possibility of failing to protect from outsiders. And yet, he kept on being Black Panther and formed the Hatut Zeraze to force the isolationist doctrine. Even as the world was rapidly changing, T'Chaka took the time to celebrate the birth of his first child, T'Challa.

T'Challa was taught about the properties of vibranium along with royal and national duties from the young age of five. And then, he was finally told about the Black Panther mantle at the age of ten. He spent weeks in the jungles learning to live off of the land like an actual Black Panther. Then, he was taught the basics of fighting and stealth thanks to the Dora Milaje, the Wakandan royal bodyguard made up entirely of women. After high school, T'Challa's father announced that he was stepping down for both politics and the mantle of Black Panther. It was the first time that the King of Wakanda retired for his role, but it wasn't fully realized until his son beat him at the coronation.

T'Challa's first mission as the Black Panther caused him to travel to the neighboring country of Zambesi. Before retiring, his father was working on arresting the international black-market arms dealer known as Ulysses. Ulysses managed to be one of the few outsiders that successfully stole vibranium. T'Challa knew that he had to destroy his supply before it was sold off. He tracked down Ulysses and managed to destroy the vibranium, but he escaped and went into hiding. T'Challa spent weeks across Africa in an attempt to track him down until he finally found him in the heart of Wakanda, ready to invade it.

It was an invasion that Wakanda had never faced in their lifetimes and it was deadly. Hundreds of brave Wakanadan soldiers fought off Ulysses' private military. The fighting lasted for a week and spread across the country before T'Challa personally cut off his arm and made him order the retreat. The King of Wakanda saw the cost of keeping a secret that was impossible to hide anymore. So, he made the most difficult choice and announced his plans to reveal the truth to the world. T'Chaka opposed the idea and tried to change his son's mind, but it didn't work.

T'Challa was about to embark on a decision that will change his nation's history forever.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S
Like the last time that I played Black Panther, I want to focus on the political aspects in a world filled with super-powered individuals. Yeah, T'Challa will still kick butt if he needs to. But he will also be busy talking to countless ambassadors and leaders about the good of his nation, Wakanda. Speaking of which, I wish to be able to explore more of the secretive country and tell a story of how its citizens are handling things since the announcement. So, I'm hoping that there can be a balance between playing politics and playing the hero.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
N'Yami - T'Challa's mother, who spends her time dealing with outsiders and ensuring that everything's smooth between Wakanda and the world.

T'Chaka - T'Challa's father, who was the former Black Panther and King of Wakanda. He helps out his wife with outsiders especially the members of the UN Security Council.

Shuri - T'Challa's young sister, who has a gifted intellectual mind with a vast knowledge of Wakandan science and technology. She's the one that repairs and upgrades the Black Panther suit and gadgets.

Okoye - General of the Dora Milaje. She's the one that protects the Royal Family for any threats and helps out the Black Panther on preparation for a mission.

Nakia - Leader of the Hatut Zeraze. She spends most of her time working on undercover assignments that sent her across Africa. Recently, she became personally involved in finding and arresting Ulysses.

Ulysses - Black Panther's arch-nemesis, an international black market arms-dealer that specializes in vibranium. He went into hiding after failing to invade Wakanda and losing his arm during his fight with Black Panther himself.

Vixen - A superhero that Black Panther met and worked with him during his mission in Zambesi. She has a necklace that gives her the ability to mimic any animal with just a thought.

S A M P L E P O S T
In Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone → 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦
ORANGE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA
1.05 // RESOLUTION

Katharsis nearly crashed into a railing while driving through the fifth alleyway. She looked at the rear-view mirror and still saw police cars chasing after them. It wasn't going to be easy to escape their pursuit, but she wasn't going to give up without fighting. So, she put her driving to the test. Behind her, Drew was tending to Loonie's wounds with a first aid kit stashed in the van (for emergencies) with Holly and Miguel assisting whenever. Roshanna, on the other hand, was sitting beside them and pounding on how she ended up here. She lived a normal life before it was taken away from her.

It was foolish to go with them into a dangerous situation. She considered jumping out the van and surrendering to the authorities. Perhaps her punishment will be lighter compared to the others. Most likely not. And yet, there were no other options on the table. She placed her hands on the metal floor, and it began to vibrate. At first, she thought it was due to the bumpy road. When they didn't stop vibrating, Roshanna knew that it had something to do with her newfound powers. She just didn't know what they were. Then, for some reason, she began to feel the asphalt beneath.

That was when she understood (the basics). And what she was about to attempt might be foolish, but it was their only chance to escape.

Roshanna stood up and began making her way to the van door. Everyone was busy with Loonie to notice until they heard the door opening. She avoided the voices and began to concentrate on both the earth and asphalt. It began to make sense for her as she stretched her right arm out towards the police cars. And like a conductor, she dropped her arm and felt the van shaking violently. Katharsis struggled to drive as everyone else held onto something. Roshanna fell backward to the van and opened her eyes to the street, collapsing behind them.

Everyone stared at Roshanna with no words, but there was no sight of the pursuing police cars. It was their chance of escaping to their hideout undetected. Holly made sure that the van doors were closed before turning her attention to Roshanna. She extended her hand out and said, "Thank you for that."

Roshanna grabbed her hand and got up from the ground. "Your welcome...?"

Katharsis briefly looked at Roshanna and added, "If it weren't for your powers, we would've run out gas trying to outperform them."

Abandonded Building // Industrial District
At least a half of dozen paramedics and other officers were attending to the wounded. A luxurious black car pulled up at the scene, which caught the attention of a rookie officer. He went to yell at the driver to turn around for an active crime scene. "Hey, buddy. You need to turn around. This is-"

The young rookie froze in fear at the realization that he just yelled at his boss, Commissioner Frederick Foley. Yet, Frederick didn't care enough to reprehend him and just gave the cold shoulder. He made his way inside and up the stairs. Many of the wounded officers were being treated, which made him more upset since he hated seeing his fellow officers hurting badly. And one person was partially responsible for the mess: Officer Whitt. Whitt, despite his injuries, was still helping out the paramedics when he heard a familiar voice. "WHITT. What the hell happened here?!"

Whitt stopped whatever he was doing and saluted the Commissioner. "There were... some complications."

"Yeah, no fucking shit." Frederick took a moment to calm down before saying something stupid out loud and then escorted Whitt to a secured room, where no one could listen to them. "You told me it was going to be a simple execution. Instead, I'm here to clean up your fucking mess."

"I thought she was alone... but she had friends after all."

"You fucking donkey." Frederick took out an e-cigarette and began to smoke it. "It doesn't explain your wounds, though."

Whitt remained silent for a moment before responding, "One of them... managed to catch me off-guard."

"Serves you right for fucking around instead of doing your job right away. Look, since I have to clean up your mess again, you need to keep low. Take some time off to write your report. Make sure it's good enough so City Hall can leave us alone." Frederick felt his phone vibing from his pocket and pulled it out. He looked at it for a moment and then sighed. "I have to go to another crime. Apparently, some girl bought down an entire street while being pursued. What a fucking mess."

181 // Unknown
Upon returning to the hideout, everyone worked together to carefully carried Loonie over to the makeshift infirmary. Drew wasn't the ideal nurse, but she knew enough to see if there were any long term damages. While she was doing that, Holly took the time to confront Katharsis about what she said before everything went south. Katharsis was going to patch up her wounds until she heard her name. "We need to talk."

"About... oh! I thought she told you guys about that."

Holly turned to Drew and answered, "No, she didn't mention you until you sent that message."

Katharsis felt a little hurt that she wasn't brought up, but it was understandable. "Well, I was sought out because she was desperate for help. And what she wanted was something to get Channel M back on its feet. So, I agreed to help out. That's when we learned of what STAR Labs designed: Q-Juice. She did the hacking and learned of its potential usage; however, she got cold feet at the last minute. So, I did what she couldn't and went to the lab myself to get the gas."

Drew, while checking on Loonie, spoke up about what was said. "I told you not to go."

"And I didn't listen. You should be grateful for that." Katharsis. "As you can tell, she wasn't pleased with what I did. But, she eventually came around and developed the plan to use the abandoned Angel's Hand as a trap."

"And we were the bait." Holly finished the sentence.

"Yeah."

"You don't think that's a little fucked up?" Miguel joined in the discussion.

"No." Katharsis answered without hesitation. "I read your files. Each one of you has been fucked over by the system. This is your chance of getting payback for what this country has done to you. Don't you want that?"

"Wait, what do you mean that you 'read our files?'" Holly looked directly at Drew, which she looked away in shame. "You didn't..."

"We did." Katharsis crossed her arms and stepped in front of Holly to protect Drew in case. "We had to find people that... would be more understanding."

"I can't believe this..." Roshanna mumbled to herself before leaving the room in anger. Both Holly and Miguel were disgusted to learn that their privacy was breached. Miguel looked like he was about to cry before he excused himself out of the infirmary. Katharsis waited for Holly to freak out and attack her (like she did to Officer Whitt), but instead, she took a deep breath and sat down to process everything. Drew stopped what she was doing and approached her with caution.

"Listen, I know what we did was wrong. And it's totally reasonable if you wish to leave. Just... think about it. In the meantime, we'll give you some space. Call me once Loonie wakes up." Drew rolled over to Katharsis and escorted her out of the room. All alone to her thoughts, Holly wondered what she was going to do now, especially since she attacked a police officer. It was going to be difficult or even impossible to return to a sense of normalcy again. For now, she was going to wait until things calm down with the police. And when that time comes... she will have to decide what to do.

For now, Holly pulled up the chair to the bed that Loonie was resting on and waited for him to wake up. She was going to tell him everything that he missed. It was the right thing to do, after all.

In Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone → 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦
♦ T R E M O R ♦ V I R T U E ♦ A N A R K Y ♦ B U N K E R ♦
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T

"We are the forgotten."
The American Dream. The idea that anyone can achieve success through hard work and determination in the United States of America. No barriers. No restraints. However, somewhere along the way, it died and became a trap to lure the desperate. While they may still obtain their freedom, they are forever stuck in the bottom while those in the top remain untouched. In recent years, there had been movements and groups that tried to challenge the system and demand meaningful change. But like everything that tends to happen, they were either crushed or forgotten by the majority of the population.

That was until now.

Non-stop protests across racism, police brutality, and other problems plaguing America. While people are protesting for change, four individuals know what's going to happen next. There would be no meaningful change from the government unless they did something about it. They decide to stand their ground and force change as the American Dream is slowly decaying. They have been affected by both the dream and the system. Those working in government have forgotten them. Those in their ivory towers have forgotten them. And the heroes of tomorrow have forgotten them. They are Misfits.

Tremor: Being a second-generation Indian American, Roshanna Chatterji spent her life trying to achieve the dream. That was until a drunk driver forever changed her life. Her mother died on the scene while her father lost feeling on his legs. The driver turned out to be the offspring of a well-known businesswoman, who was able to sweep the incident under the table while the Chatterjis had to deal with the medical bills. Her father became addicted and overdosed on painkillers. Roshanna left shortly after the funeral.

Virtue: Holly Ann Fields witnessed her father getting beaten to death by police officers after being mistaken for a robbery suspect. The officers involved in the murder got away, but the police department was forced to pay the Ann-Fields in a settlement. That caused some in the department to start harassing them for years. Getting tired of it, Holly exposed them in a post that went viral and painted a massive target on her back. Being a small-town police department, they were able to send her a clear message. Fearing for her and her family's life, Holly fled to protect them.

Anarky: A Gothamite that grew up on the East Side of Gotham City, Lonnie Machin lived in an abusive household where his parents treated him like garbage. They were struggling to pay rent, so his father began working for the Beretti crime family. And his mother started stealing for the people that she was cleaning for. Eventually, both of them were caught and sent to prison for the crime of surviving in a fucked up place like Gotham. Lonnie was put in a statehouse and faced more abuse until he was kicked when he became eighteen.

Bunker: Miguel Barragan was unaware of being an undocumented citizen until he tried to apply for a driver's license. He tried to remain under the radar for most of his senior year until he came home to an empty house one day. His parents and baby sister were picked up by immigration agents. Fortunately, he was able to stay in a friend's house while he earned his high school diploma. Yet, the constant fear that someone was going to take him away caused him to leave. He had been on the move for a year now.


C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S
With the move to One Universe, I still wish to continue with this group of misfits. Plus, it would give me a chance to explore

Anyway, I want to focus on and explore real America. Not the one made up by propagandists and fantasized by older generations. And each of the four main characters has been affected by the flaws of the United States (Tremor: Healthcare and Big Pharma; Virtue: Police Brutality and Corruption; Anarky: Poverty and the System; and, Bunker: Undocumented and Immigration). If you're one of those people that hates politics in media (especially in video games and comics), you aren't going to enjoy this.

Yet, not every post is going to be political. I want to explain how these met up with each other and formed The Misfits. Explore how they go on with their lives in a post-Cold War/9-11 world. And I want to develop The Misfits into a respectable group that bow to neither the authorities nor the government. Hopefully, our characters can interact with each other and explore the fundamental differences between them.

And as a reminder, this group is based on The Movement. I just changed the name (because it was too on the nose) and removed/added some characters. I hope that's fine.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
Coral City, California: A city with a corrupt police department and a corrupt city hall.

Channel M: A hacker collective that plans on exposing corruption across the United States of America, starting with California.

S A M P L E P O S T





In DC Universe: Genesis - Justice For All → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Well, shit. F in the chat for the Misfits.

And hello to Batman.
In Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone → 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
WIP
STANDOFF
WIP // WIP
TBA

In Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone → 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
March 17th, 1933
WIP
Room #205 // Oklahoma City
Everett McKee came back home with the usual tiresome expression for another day of job-hunting. He spent nearly five hours looking all over the city for some kind of work. Instead, he was left empty-handed and forced to wait another hour in the breadline. He placed his belongings on the table and reached into his pockets for a pack of Camel. Then, he grabbed his lucky lighter from the countertop and opened up the nearest window. Everett began smoking while looking at the breadline, still filled with desperate people. There was no end at sight of this nightmare especially with a lack of leadership in both state and national. He had a solution to escape from this purgatory, but nobody cared enough to listen to him.

And yet, he was determined to keep going. So, he considered delivering it to the people waiting for their only meal of the day. Everett tossed the cigarette aside and began looking for his notes around the living room. But then, he heard a loud knock on the door and knew that the landlord was waiting on the other side, wondering where the payment was. He sighed while lifting up a cushion and pulled out an envelope of cash, containing barely enough to pay this month.

"I'm coming! Holy shit, can't you wait a sec-" Everett was caught off-guard that two complete strangers were waiting for him. Before he had the change to say anything, one of them asked if he was Everett McKee and if he ran for the Oklahoma Senate last year. Everett nodded.

"Good. The Committee for Normalcy has gone over your record and they believe that you're the perfect candidate to be the thirty-second President of the United States. Please come with us immediately for departure to the capital."

In I see you. I support you. → 4 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
I'm here also to offer support for those that are tired of what's happening. I have a few things on my mind (sorry for the long paragraphs, lol):

As a multiracial person (Hispanic and Caucasian), I have become increasingly tired with how the majority seem not to give a fuck about how the black community is treated until they get killed by cops or white boys playing soldier. Tired of how people think the BLM movement is advocating for violence just because protests are happening throughout the country, calling them a ""terrorist movement."" Tired of how a lot of people in my ultra-conservative town have reacted to everything that happened. Tired of my conservative family, who think Trump is a great president, that BLM is a terrorist organization working with ANTIFA and the ""radical democrats."" Tired of my past self who used to be like them until I woke up and realized that a world existed beyond my selfish self. Tired that I can't do anything else because of my current situation: not enough money to constantly donate to important causes and bail funds, no job to get said money due to my disability and COVID.

It's tiresome to keep believing that change will finally come. Even if you know what will happen next, people will move on and then forget until the next black person ends up on the news because they were victims of police brutality. No wonder people are rioting and burning buildings. It's only when violence is introduced that it gets the much-needed attention. We need a general strike or dramatic before more people get seriously hurt or killed. Because if there's no actual, meaningful change to the system and police, and the world (especially the United States) gets worst, I think something much worst is going to happen. And it'll be too late to stop the response.

Sorry for the long rant, but it's been on my mind for awhile now. So, I will end with what I said in the status bar. Black lives matter. All cops are bastards. Fuck the racists and fascists in the Trump administration. We need a general strike now.
In Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone → 4 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
March 4th, 1933
A NEW DAWN
The Harmon Residence // Rochester
Several neighbors gathered around to listen to Harmon's radio for any updates concerning Henry Wallace. Instead, the anchor announced that the Committee for Normalcy was formed with the task of finding a suitable replacement candidate. He went on to talk about the increasing protest in the nation's capital, but Clarence Harmon himself shut the radio off. Caleb turned to his neighbors and said in anger, "Can you believe them?! Wallace and LeCron are both missing, but MacArthur was awfully quick to find a replacement instead of searching for them."

"Didn't you listen to Winchell? He thinks that MacArthur and others in the Republican party are behind the whole thing." Alfred Friedman responded to his next-door neighbor.

"You believe in that socialist?" a neighbor asked with a hint of disgust in his voice.

"He's making more sense than our government would ever." Alfred dismissed the looks of disbelief for his neighbors and kept on talking. "I personally voted for Wallace on Election Day, and he won—fair and square! Now, the Democrats are playing dirty because their candidate lost with this nonsense."

"No wonder you'd think the government's behind the disappearance, you voted for Wallace!" Everyone laughed except for Clarence, who looked rather sad. Meanwhile, Alfred shrugged off the laughter and remained silent while everyone else kept on taking. Then, Carol Harmon walked outside, looking exhausted, and signaled her husband to shut off the radio, dismiss the neighbors, and come inside. Without a word, everyone knew that it was time to depart. Clarence greeted his wife with a kiss and led her back inside.

The White House // Washington D.C.
Dozens of protesters were being pushed away from the White House fence by the Capitol Police. MacArthur watched from the balcony as the police used tear gas to disperse the massive crowd. Some officers even started to beat a couple of protesters with their batons. Then, he heard the door opening and saw his secretary escorting John Garner in. John turned towards him and asked, "Are you busy?"

"No." MacArthur responded and then turned to his secretary. "Make sure that nobody bothers us."

"Yes, sir."

Once they were alone, John went to the window and watched as the remaining protesters were being arrested by the authorities. "I take it that the transition is going slowly well."

"Wallace didn't do any long term damage to our country that can't be dealt with. Although, I had a chat with Germany's Minister of Finance. He was only told the basics, but... I think he doesn't buy it."

"What did you say?"

"I told him that I was the acting president and that all of his concerns and questions will be answered by whoever the committee selects." John let out a sigh of relief and told him to make sure that it never happens again while he's in the office. MacArthur nodded and started going to the desk. "Is that all?"

"No, actually. It's about the protests spreading across the county. People have been calling Senators and Representatives nonstop since you appeared at the inauguration. Most of them demanded answers as to the whereabouts of Wallace and LeCron. I'm worried that things will get worst that's why... you need to consider deploying the National Guard. And if things get deadly, the military."

"You realize that I'm only an acting president—the third one in our country's history."

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