Protoman

Protoman's 1x1 IC (Open)

Welcome to my IC. I try to be pretty chill about standards and welcome all lengths of posters.

About me:

-Mid-20s, RP'ed for 10+ years, currently work during weekdays. I have some access during the day, though more during evenings.
-I try to be on most every day. I will let you know if I have to be away for an extensive amount of time.
-English is my first language. I won't turn anyone away who isn't a native English speaker or who is otherwise still refining their English skills. As long as I get the basic idea of what you're saying, it's fine. Ask for help if you want it.
-I'm willing to play mature plits. There may be certain plots where I won't want to play with certain mature elements or any at all. You reserve the right to ask the same.
-Characters under 18 will not be involved in detailed mature events. Bad things can happen to them off-screen.

Each of the following preferred elements may be combined into one plot if you wish.

Settings

-Superhero/supervillain world
-Fantasy (high or low)
-Mythology (willing to pull from several different myths)
-Supernatural (can go in hand with mythology)
-Science fiction

Pairings
-Superheroes, supervillains or superhero x supervillain
-Supernatural beings or supernatural x human
-Demigods or demigod x human
-Shapeshifters or shapeshifter x human
-Hybrids or hybrid x human
-Anthros or anthro x human

Plots

Fandoms (willing to play combinations of canons and OCs; subsets of broader categories will be considered)

-My Hero Academia
-Marvel Cinematic Universe
-Batman
-X-Men
-Sonic
-Mega Man
-JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (can take place in either canon universe, though I have a Fight Club type adventure idea)
-Yu-Gi-Oh! (would like to explore the original King of Games world more w/o Duel Monsters being at the forefront - i.e. DM is on the same pedestal as other games)

Things I would rather not do

-Any manner of undead
-Incest
-MxM romance
-Gratuitous dark/mature elements (some is okay, though it shouldn't define the game)

Feel free to request anything not specifically listed as well as any modifications you would like to see to a suggested story or pairing.

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I have the following requests:

-Please PM me if you are interested and what you are interested in. Please include a preference order when possible. I'm open to plots and pairings I haven't thought of if you want to include them.

-Please write with decent grammar and spelling. It's fine if English isn't your native language. I will work with you if you still need to shore up more.

-Please let me know if you need a temporary leave or if you just don't want to play anymore. After 7 days, I will check in. After another 7 days without an answer, I will assume you don't want to play anymore.

-Please help with the story. Neither one of us should take it over. Someone to build with equally, rather than having one person take over it and the other just playing along. You are free to include your ideas and flesh out mine more.

The only requirement:

-If a game will be mature, it must go to PMs. Otherwise, it may go to a thread or PMs, whichever you would prefer.

If I think of anything else, I will bring it up with you. Feel free to ask questions if you want any clarification before committing. It's okay to back out early if you think you're interested, but decide you're not after more thought.

PM what you would be interested in.

A World Away

"I think if one is going to be laid to rest here, they ought to be properly laid to rest. In a hole. Erosion is barely a thing here, if ever, so it would likely only have to be deep enough to cover them, though a normal-size grave would basically do it forever. I just wish they would have thought about that before dumping off their dead out in the open. They know people come here."

Lanestol was caught off-guard as Virium tripped and tumbled down the hill. By their guide's direction, he headed downhill as fast as was safe for him as he didn't want to become a second casualty on this excursion in such a short time. He kept one hand near the ground and leaned back as he made his way down so if he fell, he fell backward and could control his descent. He caught up several seconds after Virum stopped tumbling and came to rest past the base of the hill, a few feet from where the masses of trinkets began and, thankfully, still far enough away from the nearest body in the pile.

He knelt down to examine his cohort's injuries first. He took precaution to start healing him in case he was still alive. He thought he could sense a pulse at least, so he got straight to work. He could feel as various parts Virum broke on the way down mended quickly, as though the months otherwise required to heal sped up into within minutes. Broken ribs, collarbone fracture, wrist fracture, torn ACL...he had to work one injury at a time, though it wouldn't take more than a few minutes as he channeled his healing touch through his staff. He started work on the ribs first so they wouldn't pose a breathing issue.

"Can you still speak, Virum? Answer if you can respond."

Seeking Literate and Dedicated Partners! [Mature]

PM'ed you if you haven't seen yet

A World Away

Lanestol took a few moments to look around. At the surface, it only seemed there was dust along the ground - nothing as far as any life. Figured as much; if the captain had to warn about lack of air outside their temporary bubble, there was no oxygen to sustain anything that could grow or live, also lacking water and proportionate solar radiation. Their dome seemed a sufficient bright spot that lit up the ground's gray earth. He wandered around for a few moments before he figured all he would see aside from their destination was endless barren wasteland.

He returned to the captain, who the group was starting to reform around. He fell into the center, following the captain's lead with his staff at the ready if any surprises came up. Surprises usually preceded panic, which begat injury. He was strategically positioned in the group to help out any one person who fell.

"So, what are we looking for when we're seeking out this altar of tribute?" he asked the captain. "Are we looking for a marker of any sort or will there just be a pile of trinkets already placed there?"

A World Away

Lanestol snappee back to reality as Marcus took a place next to him and asked about his necklace. He started to realize he might have become too fascinated with it to the point of navel-gazing.

"Oh, yes. I was going to sell it for supplies if we had more time on Vlana. I've only ever been told it's an heirloom. In which case, people may see it and know it. That aside, everything else is necessary for us. Though, I can't help but wonder what's trying to stop me from parting with it...like it feels dangerous to let it go."

His thoughts were cut short by their landing and instructions to disembark.

"Well, if it gets too bad, hopefully, I can trust the rest of you will help me. I will have to, in any case. And I do." He stood up to exit the shuttle and walk to the planet's surface, looking for a good place to leave his trinket.

A World Away

Lanestol followed the shuttle group he was named to, containing Sir Gorcheck along with others he had seen either during his recent boarding or as they boarded the Stone-Turner. He took some comfort in Vincent taking on pilot duties as he had learned the drow elf was a pilot in his own right prior to joining. He took a seat in the shuttle headed for the planet's surface.

"Please do heed the atmosphere zone warning," he spoke up once they had boarded the vessel. "I haven't ever had to test my abilities on saving someone who was suffocating, freezing, depressurizing and irradiating at the same time. That's something I don't think anyone wants to know. That comes with the standard 'ounce of prevention' deal as well."

He took a seat amid the other passengers and pulled out the necklace he planned to leave on the planet's surface. He checked it out again, trying to deduce what was compelling him to keep it instead of leaving it as traditional tribute. He recalled being told it was an heirloom, though he could still justify leaving it. It would be something to identify him and mark proof of his pursuit of knowledge, especially pertaining to his home's epidemic. Everything else was consumable and necessary to help prolong their adventure, and for him, his time to search for a cure. He seemed entranced as he continued to stare into it.

Maybe it has some of the blight on it or in it and putting it down would leave it in open space to spread...or it's a ward to keep me from getting blight...except I've cleaned it and what else I have and I'm off that world, so that can't be it...

A World Away

I agree we need to keep moving along. Say after something like that window to give a chance to catch up, someone else can post to move things along a little. Be somewhat forgiving to the one not up to speed.

A World Away

Once most of the other noise had died down and the captain could be heard clearly over what was left, Lanestol focused in on him. Since he didn't have a good enough grasp on things, especially if there might be those...moments...where he might ramble with no relation, he found it good practice to just listen in to everything now. Even the captain, who had visited this place before, still found wonder in a place to watch the end times of the last star. A plane of darkness once it went out. He shuddered to think if such a fate were to befall his home.

The captain eventually ordered them to prepare to disembark as the airship descended to the planet's surface. He braced for its landing, which wouldn't throw them quite as much as take-off, though he still took due diligence so he didn't have to treat himself for injuries before attending to those here and there who might have fallen from the sudden momentum shift. Not very useful to have a doctor on board who constantly has to treat himself on limited powers and resources.

Did he say that correct? We're going to leave something here? What should I leave, though...almost everything I brought with me, I or the crew needs it with us. Hang on...right, my necklace. I was tempted to use this to try to cover some of the deficit on my shopping list back on Vlana, though I didn't have time to make that move, either...might be the only thing I can afford to leave.

He started feeling a bit strange as he pulled it off, like something in the back of his mind was trying to urge him to leave it on. He pocketed it to have it ready to put down once they reached a good site on the planet surface, still feeling a sense of dread he couldn't pin down.

A World Away

Just this quick stop before we set off...I do need to replenish basic supplies for the medical bay before we go. Just because I can heal doesn't mean I should unless it's absolutely needed. Anything that can work without personal interference should be first. Now, let's see, what were we missing in the cabinets...pretty much anything I might need.

Lanestol started running through a mental checklist on what he needed to pick up while the Stone-Turner docked for repairs on Vlana. He tried playing this whole interplanar travel thing off and to keep his cool, though being off of Krasnolar and around salespeople who sought him rather than the other way around was quite a disorienting experience. He had only read about these sorts of markets from one book he exchanged with a neighborhood keeper in exchange for some of his personal research on the extent of clover's usefulness as a potions ingredient. Getting lost in a good book was quite common on Krasnolar, though being in the moment was something no book could ever have prepared him for or simulated.

This reflected in some rather poor negotiation skills. He ran out of funds before he could pick up everything he thought to pick up. What he bought would have to do and his power could supplement the rest. For now, he didn't want to be the reason for the Stone-Turner's delay. He hurried back to board and set up his supplies in the medical bay before joining the rest of the crew outside as the airship's engines revved up. The spectacle of what seemed like space and time taking on physical form and flowing around them had yet to stop amazing him. Nothing in the books he encountered had ever mentioned this form of interplanar travel, and how much less would they have been able to capture the moment.

Upon warning to brace, Lanestol knelt down, bracing his staff against a rail to keep his body relatively motionless. Once it stopped feeling like he was being forced by the ship's acceleration, he stood and observed the space around the ship. Many fantastic colors from flares, fusions and other phenomena also filled their views around them. The lookout appeared unaffected until using his implement to magnify the source of the brilliance - the last star in the universe.

"That thing is huge!" he could hear the lookout cry.

Didn't take a lookout to see that. The star was only massive and the planet they were traveling to was just in the right orbit path so it didn't go hurtling inward.

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