Nightmare Bunny

[CLOSED] Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis -- The Reboot!

Ivy Aspen

“I just want to go to sleep”

As she shuffled down hall on her way from the emergency room to their rented, five person (how indecent!) room, Ivy Aspen was…

Tired.

And in pain.

But mostly, she was tired.

Tesla was in the emergency room. Noah was off being treated somewhere. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to thank him.

She’d have slept right there in the Emergency Room if she could have. It wasn’t just that she was worried about Tesla. She was, of course, but it wasn’t just that.

Ivy just… she didn’t think that she could handle the catfight that she knew was coming. With a group like theirs, and after an event like that… it was inevitably going to happen. But maybe Arceus would smile upon her, and it would happen the next morning.

She had just sprinted, at full speed, out of a forest fire and all the way to Cherrygrove City. Didn’t she deserve a small miracle like that?

Honestly, anything important could wait until the morning.

Considering the circumstances, of course… you could see why she didn’t notice the tall person following her until she was already being spoken to.

"Greetings, maybe you don't remember me...”

Ivy jumped, and then stiffened. She turned, very slowly.

And…

Well, she was being spoken to. By… a boy.

Uh…

Maybe it was a trick of the light. Or maybe it was just because she was so very, very tired. Hell, she was exhausted, really. So who could blame her for being less than perfectly in control?

But, uh.

Uncharacteristically, she thought… that this boy was.

Um.

Just a little bit.

Handsome?

No.

No, shake it off, Ivy. It was a trick of the light. And she was tired right now. Definitely. The boy was still talking.

“But I was in your travel group earlier. You seem to be... in less than pristine condition. I doubt all of those injuries came from an Onix.”

Wait… she’d met this boy before? She couldn’t really remember… actually, it was really hard thinking of anything other than fire and beady bird eyes right now.

She couldn’t even bring herself to be offended about the boy commenting on her outfit. It was just… too much effort right now.

“I don’t remember you,” she said, somehow managing to sound simultaneously toneless and uncomfortable. “Sorry. I… I don’t think that this is the best timing. We were attacked by a Hoothoot flock and—” how, exactly, was she supposed to explain that they’d been the root cause of the forest fire that had just happened? “—and got. Um. Caught in a forest fire.”

This was all just too much for right now. She… she needed to sleep. Immediately.

“…tomorrow morning would be better,” she mumbled, shyly.

And then she fled down the hallway and back to the room.

Talking? Socializing? Screw all of that.

Ivy Aspen was going to take a hot shower, and then she was going to bed in the nice, comfortable and clean PJs that she’d borrowed from the Pokemon Center.

She did only have one very tattered outfit now, after all.

MALFUNCTION: A Painfully Realistic Superpower RP

MALFUNCTION – A Painfully Realistic Superpower RP

Have you ever wondered how “superpowers” might look in real life?

Have you ever wondered what kind of world might spawn such powers?

…have you ever wondered if there was a world where having superpowers really, really sucked?

Well, if so, look no further! @Ogobrogo, @Zoldyck and I wondered the same thing, and now we’re proud to present you with Malfunction, the superpower RP where everything in the world is terrible!

The basic premise is simple: a world united under a single government, where super-powers come with devastating consequences, and where supers (dubbed “Genetic Malfunctions”) are feared for their terrifying abilities. Malfunctions are rooted out during their late teen years, through a test administered every year by their local district to all students between the ages of 15 to 20: the time period over which powers begin to manifest.

Testing positive marks you out as a non-human and a Genetic Malfunction. It means there are now two options for you. If your ability is too powerful, then you are put to death immediately. If not, then you’ll shipped off to one of 150 different Training and Education Facilities across the globe: the concentration camps of the twenty-first century. There, you are trained to use your abilities in order to uphold societal order at all costs.

But even the powers themselves aren’t all sunshine and daisies -- this is the real world, after all, and dangerous mutations mean dangerous consequences. Throwing a super-strength punch means breaking every bone in your arm. Excessive use of telekinesis can cause serious brain damage.

Malfunction takes place in this world. Specifically, it takes place in one of these Training and Education Facilities: TEF-149.

MALFUNCTION -- coming soon, to a Roleplayer Guild near you!

Level/Word count expectations?

Level/Word count expectations?

We'd probably classify this as high casual/low advanced in terms of words per post. Of course we love details and interesting writing... but we also love readability and interesting characters.

And we DON'T love long posts that are only long because they're trying to hit word limits. So we expect paragraphs, maybe a couple, maybe a lot, but at the end of the day -- just use what you need for the scene. PLEASE.

What really makes this an advanced RP is, well... basically the fact that we have a lot of lore and detailed world-building.

When exactly is this happening?

When exactly is this happening?

SOON (tm).

Just kidding. We're set to have an OOC up by some point this weekend, Monday latest.

What are we looking for?

What are we looking for?

We're seeking dedicated players (or at least people who will tell us if they're going to drop out) who are interested in playing flawed, HUMAN teenagers with flawed, interesting powers, in a really terrifying situation. We want people who are willing to explore how having a superpower might really, really suck. This RP is about this plot... but it's really about the characters.

And we're sure as hell going to finish this RP. No matter what it takes.

What kinds of powers are we talking about?

What kinds of powers are we talking about?

Each character can have up to two specific, one-function powers (eg. teleportation). Focusing on one power makes that particular power stronger than if you had two related powers, which are in turn stronger than two unrelated powers. We'd like to remind you to be very realistic about limitations and consequences of these powers.

We have a list of example powers too, so if you're lost, don't worry! More details later!

Powers that are spoken for by current player characters: intangibility/phasing, telepathy, healing acceleration (of others), super strength, plant manipulation, size manipulation, fire manipulation.

[CLOSED] Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis -- The Reboot!

Ivy Aspen

“Girl vs. Bird-Fuckers, Part 2”

Sometimes, people make decisions that they regret afterwards. There are plenty of them to make — like forgetting to do your homework, or driving while drunk, or getting Donald Trump’s face tattooed onto your ass.

Ivy Aspen was regretting a decision right now.

But it wasn’t picking up a bat and smacking some Hoothoots a good one. Those assholes deserved it.

It was becoming a trainer in the first place: obviously, her parents were insane.

Character building? Yeah, that was bullshit. First the Onix, then the earthquake, and now this? Nature was evil and out to get them. Why on earth would anyone want to do this as a career?

“Stay close, Tesla,” she said, sending a paralyzed Hoothoot careening into a tree. She was bleeding from her cheek and her arm and about a dozen different places on her abdomen: the bottom half of her shirt had basically been ripped to shreds by this point. “I don’t want you to get hur—“

And then… eyes. Terrifying, evil eyes.

A dark shape swooped down. She had one second to take a step back, flaming tent-stick held out protectively, but it was too late -- it crashed into its target with a resounding crack.

But it wasn’t Ivy that the Noctowl had hit. It was…

“Tesla,” Ivy breathed.

Oh hell no.

…

…

Tesla was lying crumpled on the ground, his white fur matted with blood. He… was he even still breathing?

Ivy started forwards without thinking. She had— she had to get to him. Tesla couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t.

But the Noctowl wasn’t finished, landing in front of her with a squawk. It stared at her, red eyes glinting with malice. And Ivy…

Ivy wasn’t scared.

Actually, Ivy was angrier than she’d ever been in her life.

Blood pounded in her ears. Her stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots. This was the disgusting, filthy monster that had hurt Tesla… and rational decision or not, it was going to pay.

Eyes wide and ferocious, she raised her stick.

And then…

And then she wasn’t in front of the Noctowl at all. She was hovering — about five feet in the air, next to Abigail and some red-haired chick that she’d never seen before.

She had about two seconds to process this new information before she went crashing into the ground.

SMASH!

Impact hurt. A lot. She landed knees first on the ground, stick clattering uselessly away. Later, she’d probably have a few nasty bruises (or maybe a hairline fracture) along with, well… all those cuts. Hoothoot claws were sharp.

But for now— she was no longer in the immediate range of Noctowl attack.

More importantly…

Tesla.

Where was he?

But suddenly everything was on fire, even more so than before — this was a full-scale forest fire. Even the trees were on fire, raining down a shower of flaming leaves. Hoothoots shrieked together in panic.

Ivy’s blood turned to ice. She pictured, briefly, Tesla lying crumpled on the ground as the fire roared and crackled, trapped in the inferno.

She sat up abruptly, ignoring the stinging of her cuts or the aching in her knees. Third degree burns? Fuck it, she’d risk it. She had to get Tesla out of there. She had to get him out of there now.

And then Noah ran past her, something white and fluffy in her arms.

Tesla.

Tesla…?

"I'm out," she said, very calmly. "You should probably run too."

Because, well... screw the Hoothoots. Seriously, screw them. But also screw everyone else, and her tent, and any supplies. She had some money tucked into her pockets. She’d just buy some stuff when she got to Cherrygrove.

Let everyone else worry about getting their clothes, or their bags, or whatever. The whole forest was burning down, and Noah had Tesla safe and sound.

Ivy Aspen was outta here.

So she ran, chasing down Noah like a Zubat out of hell. He had her Tesla, after all.

She ran, and ran, and ran, and ran…

[CLOSED] Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis -- The Reboot!

Ivy Aspen

“Girl vs. Bird-Fuckers, part I.”

Stick. Ground. Blanket thing.

Turned out that setting up a pathetic fake tent wasn’t so hard after all. And even better — it was all happening in glorious, glorious silence.

See? It’s not that hard to take a hint, right? Her new, enormous companion had terrible hair and had clearly made some terrible choices in regards to sticking metal bits into his body, but at least he knew when to stop flapping his mouth.

Stick. Ground. Blanket thi—

Flap-flap-flap-flap-flap.

…what was that sound?

Ivy paused. Giant Boy hadn’t even looked up. No one else seemed to be doing anything. So maybe…

Maybe she’d just… keep doing what she was doing?

Stick. Ground. Blanket thi—

Tesla growled, slow and menacing, and pawed at her leg. She stopped again and ran a hand through his fluffy coat.

Exhibitionist nodded at her. He seemed a little, well… friendlier than before?

“Than--!!” he started, and then a dark shape swooped down from above, and suddenly—

There was slimy, sticky white bird shit dripping down the side of Giant Boy’s face.

Ivy choked.

“Um—“ she started, unsure what to say, but all of a sudden the older boy’s face was aflame with pure, unadulterated… hatred.

He looked like a true Prince of Hell. Lord Tesla approved.

But the flapping was only getting louder… and louder… and suddenly Ivy was acutely aware of the fact that they were completely surrounded by Hoothoots. It looked like there were hundreds of them.

This… this just wasn’t right.

Out came Exhibitionist’s dog-thing, and suddenly there was fire everywhere. Exhibitionist picked up a stick and started trying to beat a Hoothoot to death. Then his Houndour set the unlucky creature on fire.

And… was he, uh… cackling?

It was hard to know what to do in this situation.

Then a Hoothoot darted out of the gloom and caught her right across the face, claws out.

It stung like a bitch. Ivy raised a slow, unsteady hand to her cheek… it came away dripping red.

Oh hell no.

Suddenly, she knew exactly what to do.

“Tesla,” she said, in the slowest, calmest voice of doom on this side of the planet. “Thunder Wave. Thunder Wave everything.”

And Thunder Wave everything, Tesla did. There was a crackle and a burst as a wave of electricity pulsed through the clearing. A few dozen birds squawked in alarm, suddenly finding it much harder to fly.

Then Ivy picked up the biggest stick she could find, and an absolutely expressionless face—

THWACK.

—she whacked the nearest bird-fucker like she was hitting a homerun. It flew off the end of her stick and smacked against a nearby tree, before falling limply to the ground.

This was a pretty good stick. It was bigger than Noah’s, and it wasn’t on fire, no, but that problem was easily solved by dipping the tip of it into the burning grass left behind in the Houndour’s wake.

“Let’s go,” she said, with just the tiniest trace of raw, spiteful fury filtering through her otherwise emotionless voice. “You paralyze, I whack.”

Thunder Wave.

THWACK.

Another Hoothoot got a faceful of burning branch. In its place appeared three more asshole birds, like the world’s most obnoxious baseballs. Like the Terminator on rampage mode, Ivy didn't even blink. With perfect technique, she just whacked, and whacked, and whacked.

Thunder Wave.

THWACK.

Thunder Wave.

THWACK.

Thunder Wave.

THWACK.

Giant Boy was doing a pretty great job of turning their clearing into hell-on-earth _{and earning himself a special place in Tesla’s heart}.

But, well… destroying things?

You won’t get very far as a baker without learning how to cause some blunt force trauma with a rolling pin, y’know. And Ivy was aiming to be Johto’s best.

LET THE MADNESS BEGIN.

Thunder Wave.

THWACK.

Thunder Wave.

THWACK.

Thunder Wave.

THWACK.

[CLOSED] Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis -- The Reboot!

Ivy Aspen

“A damsel in distress… not.”

“No shit. But when’s the last time you felt an earthquake in fucking Johto,” said Exhibitionist Extraordinaire.

Well, someone was in a bad mood today. She’d count her blessings, though – at least he wasn’t babying her. She’d take snark over cooing any day.

Ivy blinked at him coolly, seeing no particular need to respond. So earthquakes weren’t common in Johto — what was she supposed to do about it?

Instead, she just shrugged again. Earthquake or not… she just wanted to be in Cherrygrove right now.

Honestly, didn’t this whole earthquake thing just kind of prove her point? Nature was an awful, disgusting thing, and it was out to get you.

It turned out that she didn’t even have to respond, however, because all of a sudden, a familiar face was there to save the day.

"Have no idea,” said Boy Wonder of the Purple Hair, having apparently finished making strange baby noises at his Pokemon. “But for the most part, I'm more worried about that wound of hers festering since the seismic activity has cooled down for now."

At that, Tesla finally ripped his soulless black gaze off the Exhibitionist in order to growl menacingly at Boy Wonder. Yuu. He’d introduced himself as that, hadn’t he? The noise was like something that you’d expect to come out of the deepest, darkest pits of Tartarus.

F… festering? Well, that sounded… disgusting. Her cut was definitely not that bad. He made it sound like her arm was going to need amputation or something.

But, well, maybe Boy Wonder wasn’t as awful as she’d initially pegged him to be. He seemed to care enough about her wellbeing, sort of… but there was still just something about his stupidly happy face that kind of ticked her off.

And she didn’t need his help, either! She wasn’t some damsel in distress that wanted to be swept off her feet, so she could just take his stupid hero complex and shove it where the sun didn’t shine.

Honestly, she could disinfect her cut by herself later. She’d probably do a better job of it than this punk would, too — her parents ran an apothecary, for crying out loud. Of course she knew how to dress a wound. This wasn’t even that serious.

He didn’t look like he’d take no for an answer? Well, fine. So what?

Ivy Aspen didn’t take orders from anyone.

“Thanks,” she said stiffly. “But I’m fine. I’ll do it myself later.”

Deftly, she tore a strip from the bottom of her much maligned shirt and tied it, rough and quick, around her cut. That would be fine for stopping the bleeding. Applying a poultice or whatever could come later.

For now, though— for now she’d make herself useful.

And maybe if she could prove that she was a fully functioning, perfectly capable human being… people would stop treating her like she was made of glass.

“Let’s go, Tesla,” she said calmly, and turned on her heel. Fixing her own tent would require some nifty sewing that she just didn’t have the patience for… so why not help someone else with theirs?

What? She wasn’t a total bitch._probably.

Exhibitionist had wandered off to rebuild his pathetic excuse for a tent, so she’d help with that… or something.

Meanwhile, Boy Wonder said something about borrowing his tent for the night. Sleeping in a boy’s tent?

Um...

Ivy's cheeks flamed red. She wasn’t even going dignify that with a response.

ANYWAY. Helping the Exhibitionist. Right.

She ambled over, picked up a fallen branch-twig-disgustingplantthing, and started on the other side of the Exhibitionist’s tent in complete silence. Honestly, she was doing a pretty good job of it too.

She’d said she’d help, but that didn’t mean she had to be chatty about it.

Herculean Academy: Arc 1 - Welcome To The Academy

<Snipped quote by Nightmare Bunny>

You are hereby given permission to speak! :D

@Zoldyck

WHY THANK YOU, DEAREST ZOLDY~!!!! <3 <3 <3

Herculean Academy: Arc 1 - Welcome To The Academy

See my friends?

Shitposting leads to great things after all.

@Mr Allen J

Allen, you are my god~~~

Am I even allowed to be in this thread? I was only in the original HA!!! D:

Herculean Academy: Arc 1 - Welcome To The Academy

????????? REVIVAL OF HA???

Well, I like Superhero RPs, but... I don't know if I want HA back specifically.

[CLOSED] Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis -- The Reboot!

Ivy Aspen

“Trees Suck”

Blah, blah, blah. Purple people talking. They didn't seem to like each other very much - that was understandable, since Ivy couldn't really imagine anyone liking such talkative people anyway.

Then, one by one, they started to leave.

Well... that was perfectly fine with Ivy.

Fine. Conversation over. With that settled, Ivy picked up her Pokemon and her leftover cake and retreated to her tent – all without making a single sound.

As far as sorting things out after getting attacked by an Onix, she’d done pretty well for herself.

For one thing, she wasn’t dead.

For another… she wasn’t even injured.

Hell, she’d even managed to find a second, more-or-less intact group of trainers to travel with. Sure, they were all, well, loud. And talkative. And considerably more annoying than the last group of trainers she’d been a part of.

But they were also considerably more, well, alive than the last group of trainers she’d been part of. So at least she’d found someone!

Feeling strangely pleased with herself, if somewhat worn out by the range of emotions that she’d had to express that day…

Ivy Aspen went straight to bed.

…

…

…what? Narrowly evading death-by-Onix took a lot out of a girl, okay?

---

The trait that Ivy Aspen wished most desperately to change about herself was her appearance.

If she could just look her age, then she’d probably be able to die happy. If that could be true, then she didn’t wouldn’t even really need to be the best baker in Johto. She’d settle for second best. Or even third best.

If that wasn’t possible, however, then the trait that Ivy wished second-most desperately to change about herself was probably the fact that she was a very, very light sleeper.

Being a light sleeper is a terrible plight — it makes sleeping through the night almost impossible in a communal setting, for one thing.

As it was, however, it probably saved Ivy’s life.

Ivy Aspen woke up almost as soon as the tremors started. It was on the second tremor that she sat up, bleary-eyed and grasping for Tesla’s pokeball.

On the third tremor, which was considerably more violent than the two that came before it…

A tree branch came crashing through the back-side of her tent and smashed down onto the floor, directly where her head had just been.

Ivy didn’t even twitch. Why?

Well, because she was motherfucking unfazable (except when it came to certain, uh, things), that’s why.

Instead, she made a valiant attempt to analyze the situation at hand.

So… one. There had been a minor earthquake in the region. Their campsite had been directly affected. The wild Pokemon in the area had probably been disturbed too, which was… bad.

Two. A branch had come down through her tent. It was now very badly ripped at the back, and possibly unusable.

Well, damn. That thing had been expensive, too.

Three. The stupid branch had grazed her left arm on the way down. Her dress-shirt was ripped, and she had a moderately deep cut on her forearm, so the poor shirt was getting pretty bloody as well.

Actually, it kind of hurt. Not, like, intense “my arm’s going to fall off!” pain, but… it definitely stung.

And people wondered why she didn’t like grass types. They were all so blind… plants were evil! And this was proof.

Stupid tree.

Stupid camping trip.

Honestly, she just wanted to go home.

Then, a voice.

“Anybody hurt?”

If that wasn’t a cue to emerge from this godforsaken tent, then nothing was. She sighed and unzipped the front, crawling out. And—

Oh, look. You could barely tell that her tent had been damaged from the front. That was kind of… just insulting. The stupid thing wasn’t even broken enough to merit abandonment.

Super-sized Exhibitionist’s tent had collapsed. He had his Pokemon cradled in his arms.

“Just a little bit,” said Ivy dully. She raised her left arm, and the tattered remains of her sleeve, to show him. “I’m Ivy Aspen. Nice to meet you.”

Then she lapsed into silence again.

“So...uh what was up with that?” said the Exhibitionist.

Ivy shrugged. "Earthquake?"

It was pretty obvious that it was an earthquake. If he couldn’t tell that much, then… she had no idea what to say.

Was she supposed to make small talk? Did people make small talk in these situations?

If they did... well, Ivy would politely refrain. Or, failing that, impolitely refrain.

Instead, she dug in her pocket for Tesla’s Pokeball and released him in a flash of bright red light. The Mareep trotted over to her feet, cool as a cucumber, pausing only to give their new giant of a companion an assessing look as dark and deep as the howling abyss.

Ivy already felt a little better.

There really was nothing like knowing that the creepiest Pokemon on the battlefield was (probably) on your side.

It's a Family Business [Modern Mafia RP]

I gotta represent for the motherland, so a Singaporean-Chinese White Dragon Triad member is on the way~~~

I just have one question!! What exactly is the narrative structure of this RP going to look like? How exactly is the plot going to play out?