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The Red Hoods: Initiates

GEOFF SHAW :+: RED HOOD :+: MENTIONS: @Tenma Tendo@c3p-0h@Almalthia@Argetlam350

As the hoods volunteered, Ryder found himself alongside Kiri, Brighid, Lonna and Tholo. A formidable team, for sure. Once assembled, Finlay relayed a few more key details. Something about meeting with 'some fookin guy named Geoff' who was the local hood in charge of the investigation. He then took his leave, but not before giving Francis another suspicious look.

Francis leaned over to Ryder and sullied his ear with, "I don't know why he doesn't like me. I didn't do anything."

Ryder just looked down at him and replied. "Yeah. That's kind of his deal. So what do we need to do? You're getting us there, right?"

"Oh, right! Yes. Everyone link hands!" After a moment everyone awkwardly complied, forming a circle. Francis then started speaking words that Ryder hadn't heard before. The man's eyes began to emanate a green hue as massive power began springing forth from such a small individual. The world around them became a blur, the only things remaining in focus being anything within the circle. Ryder's stomach began to turn a little. Their surroundings began to take on a different set of shapes, different colors. Even the air felt different. The distortion around them became more subtle until it finally settled and the group found themselves-

"Why the hell are we in the middle of a field?" Ryder asked, not willing to hide his annoyance. In the distance, they could see the Red Hood Outpost, but it would be quite a hike to get there.

"Safest place to teleport," Francis said with confidence.

"What the hell are you talking about? Why wouldn't you just put us in there?" he asked, breaking the links and pointing to the much more humble structure (compared to the Keep, anyway).

"Well if I go sending us into a highly populated environment and someone happens to walk into the space we're about to occupy, it can get ugly. Trust me, I've seen it. It's gross. Like, really gross." Ryder didn't want to argue, but he did find himself suddenly curious about the morbid incident that Francis was describing. No time, though.

"Fine. So it looks like we're walking the rest of the way." Ryder led the hike and it truly wasn't long before they found themselves at the entrance of the outpost. Once the local hoods spotted them from their stations, Geoff was quick to meet them at the gate.

"So you lot are the ones that Commander sent? One Red and a bunch of Yellows? I was hoping she'd take this seriously." Not the welcome Ryder was expecting.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Draven Stagnum

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Location: Mountain(Mysterious Staircase

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Draven looked up at his new associate, whose name sounded like an utterance one made when they sneezed, and gave a happy shrug. "Yeah, sounds good!" he exclaimed, not intending to put up any fight with this being. The frowned upon use of Fel magics didn't seem limited to the world he came from. It was obviously going to be marked with suspicion here, too. More interesting, however, is that the dragon mentioned Kalimdor. Draven was beginning to suspect he wasn't in a different world at all.

"So how are we to do this, then? A bit of magic or... maybe a saddle?" The idea of riding on the back of a dragon was both exciting and hilarious to him. He crossed his fingers, hoping for the latter.

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

"Shee-yit" Reno said with a southern drawl, disappointed with the accusation. "If you think I did it, you're either insane or paranoid. Or just tryin' to cover your own tracks." It's safe to say that they were all a bit paranoid at this point, but Niels seemed moreso than the rest, currently. He ran his fingers through his own hair as he looked down at the table before him. "I gotta admit, though, I may be in the same boat."

He looked over to Lauren. "And it's a little naive of you to think ol' Neils ain't the psycho just cuz the two o' ya had a talk. There's a lotta hours in the night."

He took another puff of his cigarette and then looked to April again, who seemed to be unusually timid. "Penny for your thoughts?"

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Cant get on discord, but show went well and am feeling damn good. Love and pickles.

Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

"Creepy," Reno said, the first to break the silence within the group as he sat at one of the cafeteria tables. It was unsettling seeing dead men talk. When the video finished, he pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth before looking at everyone. If someone voiced disapproval, they could shove it where the sun don't shine. A man was dead and no one knew who did it. He fumbled around his pockets for his zippo and, once he gripped it, torched the cig.

"So ol' boy's sayin' we got some sorta psycho livin' among us." he reiterated, inhaling the smoke through his mouth and exhaling out his nostrils. "Y'know I heard some fumblin' last night. I even went up to check on it. Person I looked in on wasn't in their room, though." His eyes shifted over to Marine Biologist. "What was you up to last night anyway, April?"

The Red Hoods: Initiates

@Duoya@Damo021@Exit@Argetlam350

Last call! Main mission initiating later today. Ryder, Kiri, Brig and Loona are currently set to star.

Those that are not on either active mission: Not a huge deal. You can use the time to socialize and develop your characters, create a new mission of your own, or just sit back and chill til we get back. Up to you. The point is if you come back to the forums, see that there are two missions underway already and you missed 'em, don't fret. There are still things to do and more opportunities to come.

Devil May Cry: Night of Knights

My interest is piqued, but let me spectate a little while longer before committing. I'll tentatively start thinking about a CS in the meantime.

X-Men: The New Era

@Dezuel@Almalthia

The sound of gunfire could be heard through the walls. Muffled thumps and groans filled the air, making Lex's ears perk, pulling his attention away from Uná and making the hairs on his arms stand on end. There was an electricity, an excitement that began coming over him. "They're here."

Lex gripped one of his two pistols, the other still secure in its holster, while fetching his phone with his free hand and dialing a few numbers. He pushed the device to the side of his face and held it where with his shoulder while his hands worked at the gun, dropping the magazine to get a bullet count before sliding it back in and chambering the first round. "Hey, we've got a breach," he said plainly to whoever was on the other end. "Send the cavalry." There wasn't much discussion from the other person. Lex just quickly disconnected the call and pocketed the phone. He looked back to Uná once more. "Judgement Day. Am I going to get shot in the front by whoever the hell is being loud out there, or am I going to get stabbed in the back by the woman whose life I saved?" He didn't wait for the answer. He simply turned around, putting her behind him, and faced the entry door to the office. His anticipation continued to surge as his grip on the firearm tightened.

Just then, the door was violently ejected from the room itself with a loud crack, the hinges splintering off and flying across the way. Lex found himself staring at a fair haired slender man. The air around him seemed to be moving in an odd, yet subtle way like looking through a mirage. "I just fixed that fucking door..." he mumbled under his breath.

"I've come for the girl Uná," the stranger declared. "Her friends want her back. Release her or I shall release you from your wretched excuse of a vessel. Either you step down, or I will put you down..."

"Do you know where you are? What you're even doing here?" Lex was tempted to shoot first and ask questions later, but he just saw the man pull a door off without touching it. Tact over force for this guy. "She's no prisoner, but you are an intrud-" He paused a moment. The thought of intruders made it click. That voice. This was the guy. The guy that invaded his mind earlier. A slow grin formed on Lex's face. "'I am one of you, you not alone. We are the chosen ones.' That was you." Lex holstered his gun and flicked the tip of his nose with his thumb before extending a hand out to the conference table surrounded by chairs. "We should talk."

Name Change Request

Understood. I've sent out the PM to @Mahz, but he may be too busy. Thanks for all your help, in any case!

The Umbrella Academy: Hunt for the 36

In addition to sprucing up the personality section, I may end up making tweaks to me CS. I'll get things updated soon.