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Super Zeroes and Stupor Villains (A Comedic, Slice of Life approach on the superhero genre)

Definitely interested.

The Bawdy Dog

Rucks had just returned from one of his forays into some far off ruins, he was actually having a pleasant day, despite not managing to find anything. As he coiled around trails and over hills he eventually saw a pillar of smoke coming from the direction of the town. He hoped it was nothing terribly large. As he neared the tavern where he usually stopped by for a drink he found out that this was not the case at all. Plumes of the dark smoke were billowing out of the building.

Rucks stood there, head tilted to one side as he watched the events, the barman - Busker - was carrying people out of the flames. At least Rucks THOUGHT it was Busker, he was too far away to be certain, but there was something slightly off about him, as he finally neared the building, only one thought crossed his mind, "Where in hell am I going to get my drinks now?".

He wasn't particularly bothered about the actual town being on fire, he rarely stayed in his apartment anyway and he was smart enough to keep the knowledge he has amassed somewhere else, in a semi-secret cave that he decided to dig out for them.

But no seriously, where was he going to get his drinks now?

The Bawdy Dog

I stopped putting it off and made my character, complete with a relationship attached to @SilverWolfAngel

The Bawdy Dog

ꝿ NAME: Rucks Kennithson

ꝿ RELATIONSHIP WITH FATE: Rucks likes to consider that he and Fate are drinking buddies, although it may very well be him doing all the drinking.

ꝿ NEED: To amass a hoard of forbidden lore.

ꝿ OBJECT: A Mystery Potion, picked up from slightly down the street.

ꝿ DETAILS:Rucks hasn't much to say about himself, he frequents the taverns after his many prosperous adventures looking for old tomes and scrolls. He's an excessive drinker (To the point where no one's even sure if it's possible for him to get drunk) and is also highly knowledgeable due to his excessive research.

Other than that he lives in some standard accommodation in a nearby town, but alot of the time he sort of just camps outside.

The Bawdy Dog

I saw the interest check so I'll bite and make a character.

At least I will when I know who else is around so I can try to avoid making a relationship with an NPC.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

"Finish the objective, the game will be done, the lives will be claimed by you. And then. They will escape, as will I. To somewhere far away, maybe Venice, I always liked the sound of Venice." Jack said grimly, all he wanted was an apple pie, but no, the city wouldn't allow for that. It was a strange city, Jack had enjoyed his time here. But it would probably be the time to move on, it was to crazy here for him.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

Okay this is the last post I'm going to conduct, and since I don't want to double post I'll shove it in here. Honestly the RP had a good premise, but it didn't really turn out how I thought it would when I joined, the last few posts I've made have been way to extreme considering how I aimed to go with the character. Hence the burning building etc. I've been trying to organically get him out, it's proved difficult. So assume that when either Tough Love or the other guy gets through the fire, the barriers fall down and Jack escapes with the crowd.

The RP was just a bit to intense, serious and "edgy" for my liking so I'm going to jump the bus now since I'm not willing to keep playing along until a reasonable time to jump presents itself.

Have fun with the rest of the RP guys.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

I may not have written the actual explanation very well, essentially:

Escape through the back door and the barriers will all disappear, letting everyone else escape. Which is when Jack plans on slipping away.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

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Enough was enough, Jack was at wits end, his face writhed in pain. "You," he coughed, "crossed the line, I propose a NEW game, one which is far more interesting," his arm was killing him, as well as the rest of his body, "Oh and before I start, you are a shit hero".

He closed his eyes, the game was serious this time, it would take effort. More than usual, he hated it when the games got serious, he could only do it once a day, but something of this size would set him back around two and a half days. He could still use his power, just nothing serious. At this point, Jack was sweating, his concentration needed to be at an exact point, almost as if he needed to slip into some sort of meditative state. He slowed his breathing, coughing as he tried. He rolled his neck to the left, clicking it. And then, as he became seemingly tranquil - at least as tranquil as a guy who was undergoing these events could be.

His eyes snapped open and a seemingly dream-like haze had covered them. His lips began to move, slowly at first, with no sound escaping them, then as the words me mouthed became faster a sound became noticeable. His words were mesmerizing, as if he was setting a new meaning to the world. For that was exactly what he was doing, unlike before there was no minor pulse as the world changed, instead the effect seeming dilated the world around those who were sat inside the bar.

As The Dancing Jack spoke, time slowed for reality to keep up, at least time appeared to slow. It was as if everyone had been submerged under water, the world sounded distorted, cars seemed miles away and the everyday hustles of the streets merged into one melancholy tone. Soon the very fabrics of the world began to change, it was difficult to describe without an incredibly firm understanding on what was occurring. The Dancing Jack himself had never used his power in such a way since he had obtained it, he'd done large scale things, but nothing so serious. Where before his games had carried a sense of mischievous glee which can be commonly found around young children who are just beginning to gain a grasp on the world, this game however was laden with motifs of a more sinister nature. The sinister nature that lurks within everyone but is very rarely let out to play.

As the the world changed, The Jacks words rang out loud and true.

"He who challenges the Dancing Jack,
Need only escape through the back.
Standing tall and in your lonesome,
This challenge will you overcome.
The victor claims innocent lives,
The loser will stand knowing they tried."

The words rang through the building as the game started to take effect the rules were clear, The challenger must escape alone from the building which would be on fire. They must use the back door and if they won, they claimed the lives of the innocents, meaning that they got to escape.

It was the perfect plan, this guy would have to escape ALONE. This left Jack with the chance to escape while he was otherwise occupied. A bang went off in the kitchen, a gas canister had spontaneously combusted. The fire had begun, one or two people tried to escape, but barriers blocked the doors. While the game finished it's set up the diner was a sight to behold. Flames flickered in slow motion from the canister, dancing across the floor, slowly, but surely. They licked at other canisters as they went past soon enough the fire would be added to by them. And yet, among all the panic, The Dancing Jack sat there, in a dreamy state, oblivious to what was going on around him. Not even he fully understood his power, no one did to his knowledge. As far as he was concerned this was a first for the world, and that may very well have been true. All he wanted was an apple pie and he was brought to this.

Finally the game finished setting itself up, the Arena was clear, the challenge had been made and of course the rules were being enforced. The dilation effect began to suck back towards The Jack, and then finally everything resumed. No one was quite sure how long has passed at the time, but they only lost a few seconds maximum. The dilation may have only been some fancy effect. The fire however was not. This was the first, and as far as he hoped, the last time that The Dancing Jack has truly unleashed his power. He was fairly sure he didn't like it that much.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

I'll never do it again as long as I live, but I got something passable.

Hey remember when I said it'd be up in the hour? Well that went out the window.