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@Dead Cruiser It would. He's not breaking Rule 2 of the RPG rules, so he'd be acceptable.
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One of the five winners of the First and Second Labor
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Filming men in spandex kicking ass to complete my data so that I may also make spandex of my own. But call them covert suits to seperate them.
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"Pink portal? Huh... Might have to bring that with the Admiral..." Tommy muttered. "Whatever the case, a portal brought you here. You're not the first victim, though. I've went through this too. Simply put, you've been taken from your world via a portal and spat out at a random location, which in this case is here."
While the station was made for wagons in mind, it had a dock for ships as well, though it was somewhat hard considering the desert nature of the world. Thankfully, during construction of the station, the South Sea Trading Company made sure to include a connecting portal from Western World to its sister world Pirate’s East, so that ships can easily dock in one plane but do business in the other.
As such, the Jolly Roger managed to dock just fine. Didn’t help that captaining the ship was a feared pirate, after all. Though that didn’t stop Morgan from stowing away. He held a letter close to him before he hid it away in his robes. He hid behind the crates, waiting for the right moment to rush out and get off the ship before anyone noticed.
However, he might have mistimed his escape. Just as he got up, he heard someone singing to himself as he was going over to the crates. Morgan panicked as he pulled out a green book. Flipping through the pages quickly, he opened up a window and flew out, a gust of green wind propelling him. The pirate stopped to look at the crates, scratching his head as to what happened.
“Smee! Get back here! The captain wants ya!” One of the other pirates said as Smee headed back.
As Morgan landed on the station, he wandered about. Where does he go from here? He only smuggled onto the Roger because he had no idea where the recipient of the letter would be. As he looked around, an attendant found the kid.
“Are you lost?” She asked.
“Huh? No. Of course not! I know exactly where I’m going!” He said. Then he paused for a moment. “Where is here?” As he pondered that, the attendant noticed something.
“Look out!” She pushed Morgan out of the way as a snake with blood red eyes struck her. As it bit her, it merged into her body. Her arm became black with red lines cracking from her skin. She screamed and panicked as her arm changed to that of a tiger’s claw. She turned around. Morgan could see the tears in her eyes and her whimpers as she tried to mouth the words: I’m Sorry.
But her voice, now guttural, spoke something else:
“Sink… Sink… Sink…” As she came closer to the boy, Morgan tried to pull out a book, any book. He could nearly feel her claw dig into his skin had it not been for a sudden gunshot. The woman fell over as the darkness seeped out of her arm. Morgan turned around and saw a man with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white, fancy, Victorian-style outfit with a beret that had two silver, four-pointed stars on them. He held muskets that, like the arm, were black and red, but contrasting the arm’s jagged and cracked nature, the red lines were more straight and interwoven
“That was close… But at least you’re safe now, right?” He said to Morgan. Morgan nodded.
“Y-yeah. Is she?” Morgan asked, but the man quickly shook his head.
“No. I merely shot her in the arm. Don’t worry, my bullets are made from a special fibre.” As he said that, the wound on her arm began to sprout ribbons that had the exact black/red line pattern. They wrapped around her arm to make an improvised band aid on her arm. However, once the wound had been healed, the ribbon broke away and any bullet hole she would have had would be gone. The woman awoke and breathed in a sigh of relief.
“W-what was that?” Morgan asked.
“Asmodeus. A type of Shadowfax. Have you ever travelled via Black Portals before?” He asked.
“N-no. I haven’t. I haven’t even come here via portals.” Morgan said.
“Ah, that can explain it then. Shadowfaxes are demons that dwell within a dark nexus called the Abyss. Travellers of the Abyss would know them very well. The increased number of these buggers means that someone from that Abyss is coming. And telling from these winds, I know exactly who it is…” He held up a card. It wasn’t an ordinary playing card, as it was somewhat longer. Another gust of wind blew as he held the blank card in front of the winds. Slowly, a picture faded onto the card. It was a woman, her eyes closed and arms crossed, as her body covered itself with large wings. On the bottom were two letters on a golden banner: “THE WINDY”. “… As I feared.” He muttered.
“Huh? What’s going on?” Morgan said. The man looked to him as he took out a cup of tea and held it.
“I’ve been chasing this Devil for a long time. And it’s about time I got payback. Stick with me kid and you’ll be safe.” He said.
“Wh-who are you?” Morgan asked. With that question, the man took off his uniform. In its place was a simple black tuxedo, though the beret was still on his hat.
“My name is Thomas McKnight, and I’m a Hunter.”
While the station was made for wagons in mind, it had a dock for ships as well, though it was somewhat hard considering the desert nature of the world. Thankfully, during construction of the station, the South Sea Trading Company made sure to include a connecting portal from Western World to its sister world Pirate’s East, so that ships can easily dock in one plane but do business in the other.
As such, the Jolly Roger managed to dock just fine. Didn’t help that captaining the ship was a feared pirate, after all. Though that didn’t stop Morgan from stowing away. He held a letter close to him before he hid it away in his robes. He hid behind the crates, waiting for the right moment to rush out and get off the ship before anyone noticed.
However, he might have mistimed his escape. Just as he got up, he heard someone singing to himself as he was going over to the crates. Morgan panicked as he pulled out a green book. Flipping through the pages quickly, he opened up a window and flew out, a gust of green wind propelling him. The pirate stopped to look at the crates, scratching his head as to what happened.
“Smee! Get back here! The captain wants ya!” One of the other pirates said as Smee headed back.
As Morgan landed on the station, he wandered about. Where does he go from here? He only smuggled onto the Roger because he had no idea where the recipient of the letter would be. As he looked around, an attendant found the kid.
“Are you lost?” She asked.
“Huh? No. Of course not! I know exactly where I’m going!” He said. Then he paused for a moment. “Where is here?” As he pondered that, the attendant noticed something.
“Look out!” She pushed Morgan out of the way as a snake with blood red eyes struck her. As it bit her, it merged into her body. Her arm became black with red lines cracking from her skin. She screamed and panicked as her arm changed to that of a tiger’s claw. She turned around. Morgan could see the tears in her eyes and her whimpers as she tried to mouth the words: I’m Sorry.
But her voice, now guttural, spoke something else:
“Sink… Sink… Sink…” As she came closer to the boy, Morgan tried to pull out a book, any book. He could nearly feel her claw dig into his skin had it not been for a sudden gunshot. The woman fell over as the darkness seeped out of her arm. Morgan turned around and saw a man with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white, fancy, Victorian-style outfit with a beret that had two silver, four-pointed stars on them. He held muskets that, like the arm, were black and red, but contrasting the arm’s jagged and cracked nature, the red lines were more straight and interwoven
“That was close… But at least you’re safe now, right?” He said to Morgan. Morgan nodded.
“Y-yeah. Is she?” Morgan asked, but the man quickly shook his head.
“No. I merely shot her in the arm. Don’t worry, my bullets are made from a special fibre.” As he said that, the wound on her arm began to sprout ribbons that had the exact black/red line pattern. They wrapped around her arm to make an improvised band aid on her arm. However, once the wound had been healed, the ribbon broke away and any bullet hole she would have had would be gone. The woman awoke and breathed in a sigh of relief.
“W-what was that?” Morgan asked.
“Asmodeus. A type of Shadowfax. Have you ever travelled via Black Portals before?” He asked.
“N-no. I haven’t. I haven’t even come here via portals.” Morgan said.
“Ah, that can explain it then. Shadowfaxes are demons that dwell within a dark nexus called the Abyss. Travellers of the Abyss would know them very well. The increased number of these buggers means that someone from that Abyss is coming. And telling from these winds, I know exactly who it is…” He held up a card. It wasn’t an ordinary playing card, as it was somewhat longer. Another gust of wind blew as he held the blank card in front of the winds. Slowly, a picture faded onto the card. It was a woman, her eyes closed and arms crossed, as her body covered itself with large wings. On the bottom were two letters on a golden banner: “THE WINDY”. “… As I feared.” He muttered.
“Huh? What’s going on?” Morgan said. The man looked to him as he took out a cup of tea and held it.
“I’ve been chasing this Devil for a long time. And it’s about time I got payback. Stick with me kid and you’ll be safe.” He said.
“Wh-who are you?” Morgan asked. With that question, the man took off his uniform. In its place was a simple black tuxedo, though the beret was still on his hat.
“My name is Thomas McKnight, and I’m a Hunter.”
@Revans Exile
I'm agreeing with Vita here, you're starting to be very rude, since even teachers wouldn't call students' works "pathetic garbages" and going all "I'm right, you're wrong, I'm big, you're small." Even if there's a slight degree that you're correct, you're the one who started an argument, a breach of Rule 1 in this RPG. If Lost Cause had been doing nothing but one-liner posts, then it'd be a problem that I'd side with you on. And while Raineh continued it, you wound up making it snowball by calling it pathetic garbage.
This is the first and only warning you'll get. Next time you get this, you're getting kicked out.
I'm agreeing with Vita here, you're starting to be very rude, since even teachers wouldn't call students' works "pathetic garbages" and going all "I'm right, you're wrong, I'm big, you're small." Even if there's a slight degree that you're correct, you're the one who started an argument, a breach of Rule 1 in this RPG. If Lost Cause had been doing nothing but one-liner posts, then it'd be a problem that I'd side with you on. And while Raineh continued it, you wound up making it snowball by calling it pathetic garbage.
This is the first and only warning you'll get. Next time you get this, you're getting kicked out.
"My name is William. You don't have to pay me back. I have a lot more Muros where that came from. It pays being a merc sometimes." William said.
"Have you gone through any sort of portals at all? A Black Hole might be your answer." Tommy said to Lucy.
As Shezow grabbed the snake by the neck. As she held it to his face, the manager shied away from it. "Aaaah! Don't let that thing near me! One bite and I'm a goner!" He said.
"Have you gone through any sort of portals at all? A Black Hole might be your answer." Tommy said to Lucy.
As Shezow grabbed the snake by the neck. As she held it to his face, the manager shied away from it. "Aaaah! Don't let that thing near me! One bite and I'm a goner!" He said.
"O-okay Ma- Mam." He said. He got up and brushed himself off. "The Abyss is, like, the space between spaces... You need to get somewhere quicker than a simple wagon, you take that. But shit's like the black market! If you don't know what you're doin', you're gonna get lost and maybe even wind up in a place you don't even know of! Worse... that place is home to nasty little buggers. They stick to your heart like a wolly on tar and- shit..." His pupils shrink as he simply raised his hand to point. If SheZow turned around, she would notice a long, snake-like entity covered in a dark miasma. The only thing that was visible was its beedy yellow eyes, blood red fangs, and a thin white line going down its back. It bared its bloody fangs before it swooped to strike at SheZow.
"Huh!? Wh-what!? What are you talking about, man?" The manager looked more to be a stoner from the 70's, complete with orange colored shades and a polo shirt. His beard was ruffled and ragged. "People come on their volition unless... unless... Shit, urban legends are true! There really is an Abyss, is there?" The man hyperventilated at Shezow's intimidating presence.
As Lucy pondered that, a man with short blonde hair approached her. He had blue eyes and was clean shaven. "Hey, you good there, kid?" Tommy said to her as he offered a hand. She could notice a large golden bracelet on his wrist.
The bartender walked to the back of the room. The sounds of a cow's moo was heard. Moments later, he returned with a full glass of milk that he handed to Ran. He then looked to Lavi. "Hm... All you can eat burgers? I'll be lenient and say 25 Muros." He said. Before Lavi could do anything, two 10 Muro bills, with the face of a great Japanese leader by the name of Tsukasa on them, fell onto the table, with a golden 5 Muro coin on top of them.
"Will that be enough?" William asked.
"Yep!" The Bartender took the money and put it underneath the table.
As Lucy pondered that, a man with short blonde hair approached her. He had blue eyes and was clean shaven. "Hey, you good there, kid?" Tommy said to her as he offered a hand. She could notice a large golden bracelet on his wrist.
The bartender walked to the back of the room. The sounds of a cow's moo was heard. Moments later, he returned with a full glass of milk that he handed to Ran. He then looked to Lavi. "Hm... All you can eat burgers? I'll be lenient and say 25 Muros." He said. Before Lavi could do anything, two 10 Muro bills, with the face of a great Japanese leader by the name of Tsukasa on them, fell onto the table, with a golden 5 Muro coin on top of them.
"Will that be enough?" William asked.
"Yep!" The Bartender took the money and put it underneath the table.
The Bartender took the coins. "Thanks. Don't worry, the boss will figure it out." He then turned to Gojira, nodded and began to create a mix drink for the womanly Kaiju. As he gave it to her, he spoke to Shezow. "Well, ya can buy a ticket and hop on one of dem wagon trains." The Bartender pointed to a nearby building. Over at the building was a place that said INTERNATIONAL WAGON TRAIN. "They mostly deal with exporting or importing stuff, though, so unless you think you're a stealthy person and decide to smuggle yourself on one, your best bet is to see if you can temporarily work for one." He said.
Just then, the bar received a cold breeze, though for only a brief moment. Considering the heat of the weather, it was a relief to everyone there, like someone had just turned on the air conditioner.
Just then, the bar received a cold breeze, though for only a brief moment. Considering the heat of the weather, it was a relief to everyone there, like someone had just turned on the air conditioner.
@Weird Tales: @VitaVitaAR has hit the nail on the head with a couple of issues I have.
@Dead Cruiser: That's the thing, a good amount of characters, PC or not, are magical in the sense that they can cast spells. Also, shrinking them momentary... like, how is it happening? For one punch, they instantly shrink to the size of an ant? I should mention that I normally have a list of powers that wouldn't be acceptable in my RPGs due to how powerful they are. Among these is power nullification. Reason being is that it tends to take people out of the action easily (PCs) and undermines otherwise legit threats (NPCs). As I had stated, the other powers work well, magic spells and summoning, it's just I have issue with this one power.
@Lost Cause: I noticed your character's back in the fray, and with it, you are accepted. I will advise you to flesh it out a bit though, but other than that, you're good to go.
@Dead Cruiser: That's the thing, a good amount of characters, PC or not, are magical in the sense that they can cast spells. Also, shrinking them momentary... like, how is it happening? For one punch, they instantly shrink to the size of an ant? I should mention that I normally have a list of powers that wouldn't be acceptable in my RPGs due to how powerful they are. Among these is power nullification. Reason being is that it tends to take people out of the action easily (PCs) and undermines otherwise legit threats (NPCs). As I had stated, the other powers work well, magic spells and summoning, it's just I have issue with this one power.
@Lost Cause: I noticed your character's back in the fray, and with it, you are accepted. I will advise you to flesh it out a bit though, but other than that, you're good to go.
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