psych0pomp

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

"Hana!" He shouted, but she was already gone. He mouthed 'fuck' under his breath, before he assured everyone else that it would be fine anyway, even if Julian himself was a lot more worried than he wanted to let on.
[...]
He sure wished Hana hadn't gone off on her own.

@Hillan

Before their next mission, Hana discovers that all the windows weirdly have magnetized locks on them. Huh?

Littles does Julian know, she paused to find out where the heck she was headed and was consistently turned around by her GPS telling her to turn left at a coffee shop... only for there to be coffee shops at every corner.

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

| 𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤 : 10 APRIL 2018 | 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲 : ASSHOLES TEACHERS | 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 : HINOTORI HIGH |

The silence between the three teachers, one being the vice-principal, was enough for Maki to know that she had already been the topic of conversation. They’d probably already discussed her previous actions and her escalating attitude. She’d never really been shy about her behavior, but she at least had an ambiguity to her actions. Now everything was out for people to pick apart and put under a microscope. This was doubly bad considering she’d heard nothing from Shiro. He had to be somewhere.

Maki awaited whatever their punishment was. As long as they didn’t berate her again about not pursuing arts in a more substantial manner, she’d be fine. Or at least that’s what she thought.

Her jaw went a little slack at her sentence Washing graffiti? A poetic punishment. Picking up trash? She’d try to stab Funai a few times with her poker. Organizing school supplies? She needed a few more highlighters in her pocket. But being under Nakano was akin to putting Hitler under Gandhi to “learn his lesson.” Wait. That was a bad analogy. Why did she make herself Hitler? Uh. It was like asking a chicken to teach a dinosaur a lesson. That was a better analogy. Maki would take being a tyrannosaurus rex any day.

“Are you fu-for real? Nakano-san?” Maki placed her hands on her hips. “Disciplinary committee? What? Why? How?” She made a noise through her lips that was akin to a cat raring up to pounce. Where was the other guy? She needed that human shield right about now. “You-you...” she irked out, pointing her finger. Maki deflated. She knew that she’d be in more trouble than it was worth if she really finished that sentiment.

“F-fine,” she gritted out, eyebrow twitching. "I can't wait to be her bit-best friend."

^{| 𝖳𝖠𝖦(𝖲) : @Hero|}

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

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^{@Kyrisse@King Cosmos}

Sarah Whitlock and Zionne Keith would exit through their respective doors into a massive auditorium—of sorts. Light filtered in through the cracks in the ceiling, provided by the eight moons above. It would be enough to survey the area around them. There were clusters of seats surrounding pillars made of what looked like television screens. Most of the screens were broken, rusted wires busting through the back and pouring out like so much spaghetti. Yet, there were a few that had their mechanical parts cannibalized. They had large chunks of wiring missing, almost as if they were surgically removed.

Hanging on the rusted metal walls of the room were banners that had been eaten by time and the elements, not that the words that remained made any sense. The surface underneath their feet was comprised of thick tiles made of a substance that seemed to coalesce under any pressure placed on it—much like a cornstarch mixture. Wind whipped through the holes in the auditorium, causing the metal to rattle and creak.

Suddenly, a noise filled the silence. A crackle of static, and then light poured out from one of the pillars as a television came to life. A man, heavily pixelated and blue in hue, appeared on the screen. He tapped what seemed to be papers on a desk before staring directly forward. Words scrolled at the bottom and “CHANNEL 43 NEWS” appeared in one corner while “MISTER REID” appeared in the other.

“Today, on your nightly Channel 43 News, we have updates on the growing borders of the Tyrant’s empire. And we ask the dangerous questions… are all unicorns truly necessary?” He then turned his head, and the camera angle changed. “We’ll also be discussing the psychology behind your own personal doors and how to put them behind you—both metaphorically and figuratively.” He snapped back to the first camera. “And lastly ‘The Glass Wind,’ should you be scared for your existence when it comes? Experts say: ‘fuck yes.’” He flashed a bright smile, even as pixelated as it was. “And now Terrace with the weather.”

There was a beat, and the man leaned back in his chair. Another figure, crisp and lacking any pixilation, came into frame with a brush and compact. He waved them away before looking forward. “I only have a few minutes before the cameras cut back to me. Sarah, Z, listen to me. Get the fuck out of here. Change your name if you have to.”

Mister Reid

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^{@Prosaic@Auz@samakama}

Keandre Roux, Seong Jin-Soo, and Orie Law would find themselves deposited onto what could was simply a stretch of road. It looked to be asphalt, the earth having pushed it up in places and spectral green flowers reclaiming it. Along the sides were buildings, globe-like in structure, with prominent metal “bones” on display. The sky above was dark, starless, but eight moons reflected the light off what might have been a sun. Further away, against a dim horizon, blinking lights were seen slowly moving away. They were like the ones on airplanes, except their outline was rectangular.

Yet, the most notable object in their purview would be a massive sign, much like a billboard on Earth, stating “Welcome to Anigma Fluxx” and below it “Population: ∞” The small blub that illuminated it flickered before shining brighter. To the keenest of eyes, they could see that something had been written on the sign. Jin could have sworn one of the characters looked Korean in nature. There was a platform underneath it, and a ladder leading up to it. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone had climbed it and written something.

The light flickered again, and this time the reflection caught something. A figure was below the sign. The light brought to focus a head and shoulders, leading down to arms, a torso, and then nothing. It took a step with no limbs to speak of, and the sinewy nature of pale flesh stretched over metal came into the light. Another “step” and it was five feet closer. A chunk fell from inside the torso of the creature and landed on the ground with a meaty, wet thud. Even in this pale light, one could easily make out that it was a human head—ripped and gnawed at. The creature’s own head tilted to the side, staring at the trio with a lack of eyes in their sockets. The jaw lowered, almost melted, from its face. Metal cords with rusted hooks attached poured out. They quivered, paused, and launched towards them.

Keandre was able to avoid them easily. Jin did so, but barely. Yet, Orie was not so lucky. The hook buried itself in his leg, and the cord tightened—ready to drag the young man into the creature’s maw.

Creature

[𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻: ◼◼+ AVOIDED THE HOOKS] [𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐: ◼◼◼◼+ WILL PASS TO GET THE HOOKS OUT]

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^{@Lucky@corneredbliss@TheMushroomLord}

Ricky Hightower, Ruby Zhu, and Eden Williams were in complete and utter darkness. That might have been more or less jarring than the others’ experiences depending on one’s fear of the pitch blackness. What would be felt immediately was water, cold and electric, lapping against their ankles. A groan emanated from all around them like the earth yawning. It was then that the sensation of water against ankles would be water against calves.

A crackle of electricity and a bulb flickered on above them. It illuminated the cramped space. They were in a tunnel, made of what seemed like glass with words flickering across it in a garbled language. Water surrounded them, a clear gray almost as if all the color had been sucked out of it. Within the water, figures dark and ominous writhed in the currents. Behind them was a wall made of stone, a metal plaque embedded in it. Before them were massive chunks of stone from a collapse in the ceiling beyond the tunnel. They could see the light on the other end, but the pieces of rock were too large to move. The water trickled in from a crack in the tunnel above them, and it was now at their knees.

Glancing around for a solution, any solution, would lead their eyes to something that may have been missed the first glance around—or maybe they didn’t want to see it. A skeleton was half crushed underneath the debris. Only its rib cage and arms were visible. Flesh and sinew hung from black stained bones. It seemed as if they had been down here for a long time, but the rupture was new. Yet, what was strange about the skeleton was the fact that its bony arm reached upwards, intact, and had a piece of the massive stone that crushed it, resting gingerly in its hand. Almost as if it had punched up at the last minute but only had been able to stop a single piece of the ceiling from crushing it. Wrapped around the skeletal arm seemed to be a golden centipede—the tendrils of its legs and antennae holding the arm and fingers together like a tensile cord.

At their arrival, the odd golden creature stirred. It pulled away from the skeletal arm and plopped into the water. Immediately, the brittle bones gave way and were crushed by the stone it had been holding up for what could have been centuries. The tunnel shifted, and the water rushed in faster. There was a flash of gold in the water underneath their feet. A breeze slid in, almost as if reminding them there was a way out. One hidden behind a massive piece of stone.

[𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻: ◼◼◼+ TO GRAB CENTIPEDE] [𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐: ◼◼◼◼◼◼ TO LIFT THE STONE]

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

Rain, mixed with small pieces of hail, pelted the windows of the hospital. Thunder rumbled in the distance, dancing along the curves of the mountains and causing it to reverberate throughout the valley. Occasionally, lightning ripped through the sky and painted the buildings and trees dark against the horizon. It was an ominous evening, and everyone felt it within the walls of the hospital.

Vans from various news stations were parked outside. Newscasters with umbrellas hanging over them recited what little they knew about Mara Swaim’s return. The Caulder’s Hollow Sheriff Department was out in full force this evening. The tans of their uniforms darkened by the rain as they barricaded the outside of the hospital. The doors were shut and locked—far past visiting hours even for those that had loved ones inside. Within the hospital, everything was both eerily quiet and busy. The staff roved the hallways, talking under their breath about Mara Swaim. Each one of them considered opening her chart until they were reminded it was a criminal offense.

The nurse’s station in the ICU was practically abandoned as they rounded to their patients. Jane Harris, Mara’s nurse, and Dr. Reaves, her physician, stood just inside the room. The drapes had been pulled over the windows, but the flashes of lightning and cameras still bled in on occasion. The news droned, almost mute, from the television affixed in the corner. Jane moved towards Mara’s pulse ox, noting the readings on the computer by the bedside. “She seems stable, Bill,” Jane said to Dr. Reaves. Their familiarity came from years of working together. She was the most senior nurse on the staff, and he was the Director. Usually, they didn’t have patients, but Mara Swaim was a different matter—a different person.

“It looks like we got her lab work back,” she said, clicking the various tabs on the chart. “Her CBC is mostly normal. White count’s elevated, and she’s a little anemic but nothing alarming. Her eosinophils are a little raised though. Wonder what she could be allergic to.”

Dr. Reaves ran a hand through his hair, it had started graying at the temples many years back. “The lab called earlier and asked to speak to me. They’d performed a blood smear. The first one they did, there was… ‘precipitant’ in it. They said they changed reagents, asked for a redraw, and then reran it. They said it showed up again—these crystalline-like artifacts. They sent the blood off to St. Michael’s down the road to get retested.” He paused. “They said it was contamination. But they’re not seeing what I am seeing now.”

Mara Swaim laid out on the bed; her once peach-hued skin was faint blue with golden veins running through it like a porcelain vase. Her right arm was bandaged with dried blood the color of purple, bleeding through. Her hair was long and iridescent, reflecting the blue of her skin. She was currently in a hospital gown, the liquid-like dress having been stripped from her and put into a bag that Dr. Reaves had to lock away personally. Yet, all that was so inconsequential to the massive crystalline wings that sprouted from her back and currently were suspended from makeshift harnesses. They glittered in the light of the room and pulsed with the flashes of lightning. Dr. Reaves had tried to remove them. But he swiftly discovered they were attached—attached.



He turned to address Jane at the same time a bolt of lightning struck, blinding them. The power flickered with the rumble of thunder. The machines screamed as the emergency power was overridden. “STOP!” blasted out from a pixelated voice on the television before it popped and sizzled dead.

Mara Swaim bolted up, pulling the IV forward and letting it clatter on the ground. She glanced around frantically before her eyes settled on Dr. Reaves and Jane Harris. The wings flexed in their makeshift harnesses, but they seemed almost too weak to do anything else. Mara’s eyes went wide. “Where am I?” she asked.
Dr. Reaves stared behind thick spectacles. The nurse cleared her throat, “you’re in the hospital.”
“Caulder’s Hollow?” Mara asked, turning her gaze to the television. She smiled as a whisper of smoke went up from the back of it.
“Y-yes,” Dr. Reaves stuttered out. “Mara? Mara Swaim? Wh-what happened?”



Mara redirected her gaze, tilting her head to the side. “Mara Swaim?” She twisted her mouth as if trying the name on her tongue. “I don’t know what that is. Is it a thing?”
“It’s you,” the nurse responded.
Mara looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers. “To think I had such a small, powerless thing as a name once. But, if you must call me anything, call me Angel.”
“Angel?” Dr. Reaves asked, a laugh behind his voice. The weirdness of the situation causing his mind to slip a bit into hysteria. “Isn’t that childish?”
“To those that think angels aren’t the harbingers of change, maybe. I’m going to fix it.” She smiled. “Omnia iam fient quae posse negabam.”



And then the doors opened.

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

@corneredbliss
Ruby looks good! Put her over in the Character Tab. I'll send you a message here in a bit, finalizing some things about her background and whatnot.

In the next few days, I'll finish finalizing things with people. I'll do a write-up of everything your character knows about their connection, along with whatever else might be pertinent. And then send you information about Caulder's Hollow depending on how long they've been associated with it. You guys can also talk about how well your characters might know each other. They don't have to, but it is a small town.

I should be more accessible starting tomorrow evening and through the weekend. But plan on a starting post this weekend. And if there's anyone out there happening to work on a CS that hasn't posted... post now or forever hold your peace.

This isn't working out

"Name of the Wind" by Patrick Rothfuss.

No offense to the people that love that book, but it's about the Gary-est Stu that ever Stu-d, and his (not literally) manic pixie dream girl who states that she doesn't deserve him. So instead, he has sex with everything else and bemoans that he's a too smart orphan, and no one gets him. The end. Except that it's not, because the third book hasn't been written. And it's been 10 years. So, none of the above can be tied up into a believable package. I will die mad about it. Thank you for asking.

And third anything Ayn Rand. Also please add freaking "Infinite Jest." I just decided to go with something that I could explain my dislike for beyond a gut reaction of "NOPE."

The Elder Scrolls: Stormcrown Interregnum

I love political intrigue and all the complex storytelling that goes along with it. Am I a charismatic mastermind that could pull of this character in an Elder Scrolls game? I'm not quite sure. Can I clip up the side of the mountain if need be? Oh heck yes.

Kidding. I have quite a few varying ideas for characters, and so consider my interest checked and mated. Yes, I do feel clever. How could you tell?

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

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I was under the impression that the traits were optional, but I'll put more in if that's not the case. Also rumors will be done shortly.

@Lucky

Ah! I'll reread my wording. Sorry about that! But the idea was to give everyone 3. It's optional if you want to invest two points into one.

Awesome and thanks!

𝔸 / 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘

First off, I'm loving the diversity of these characters, and you guys have tied your characters in with other missing ones. It's been a lot of fun to read. Also, the description of the doors has been wild and inventive if seen. I like that! I might get the descriptions of the ones that aren't written in here for my notes. But for now, things are looking good. Remember, the cut-off is at the end of Wednesday. I probably won't have a chance to review them until early Thursday, so any time before then. Unless you've talked to me about it previously.

After that, we'll go over rumors and possible character ties. Then this weekend, I'll start, and we can go from there. I want this RP to be very... different. So, thanks for sticking with me!

@Prosaic@tokkiya@Auz@Kyrisse
I've checked your sheets, and I've got your rumors. I also sent you a message regarding your characters. So, post your sheets in the Character Tab, whenever you get a chance! Thanks!

@TheMushroomLord
Eden is great. I have a lot to work with on her regarding Marnie. Just need the three rumors.

@samakama
Orie looks good. I have a lot of thoughts about the character, and I love the tie to Apollo. I just need your character's three rumors PM'd to me, and you should be gravy. Oh, and does he not have anything in his inventory? That's fine, but I'm just double-checking.

@Lucky
I like Ricky. Their relationship to Jin is both surprising and heartfelt. You just need two more traits to fill their Stat Sheet out. After that, shoot me some rumors, and you should be good.

@King Cosmos
Sarah looks good, so far. Just let me know when you're finished by sending me that PM. I also might add, you're the third character connected to Peter. While that's fine, since Sarah's relationship isn't by blood, I thought I would just you know! Otherwise, I love the UFO interested character. That'll be fun to play with.

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

| 𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤 : 10 APRIL 2018 | 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲 : FACULTY | 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 : HINOTORI HIGH |

Maki wasn’t usually turned away by people’s hostile nature. If anything, she goaded it on like stirring embers in a fire. Today, on the other hand, it seemed more out of control than usual. The group chat that usually had its fun needling her and her actions had turned in on itself. The infighting was amusing. Maki learned a lot of things about a lot of people, and they’d all seemed to have forgotten about her. Well, everyone but Funai. She’d planted herself at the gate to Hinotori High with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face that was usually only allowed for comic book villains. Maki had avoided her by using the morning rush to her advantage. She didn’t think she’d get afforded that same luxury on the way out.

So, today she’d kept her head down and let the cauldron of animosity brew around her. Maki had figured that her stunt from yesterday had all but been forgotten when she heard her name over the intercom. She’d spent the better part of her classes looking over Ueno and Nakano. The blind girl’s words had still rung in her head today. That’d been mixed with thoughts of her new coworker, Fried Chicken McFucker. It was the second day, and already the status quo had been ejected into space to suffocate and die. The cherry on top of that shit sundae was now her academic walk of shame. Maki wasn’t an idiot. She knew why. She also knew that if she tried to get out of it, whatever hamstringed punishment they’d decided for her was only going to get worse. As it stood, Maki was hoping that she wouldn’t be cleaning out a dead racoon from inside the gym walls—or whatever had caused it to shut down.

She threw her bag over her shoulder and made her way down the hall. At least she wasn’t going to be alone in all of this. Not that she knew who the other victim would be. He wasn’t in her class, and so that meant she didn’t give a shit. But maybe he’d be taller than her, and she could use him as a human shield.

Maki approached the faculty door knocked, bowed, straightened, and then pushed a piece of hair away from her face.
”I was summoned to eat ass. I mean meet after class?” She flashed a smile that was painted in bright purple lipstick.

| 𝖳𝖠𝖦(𝖲) : @Hero@WXer |