Ruby

Cyberpunk2077: 5th Corporate War

Can't guarantee my consistency and I understand that's less than ideal, but interested. Would PC's hailing from Night City's street gangs be viable?

@Roman

Former ganger a la Jackie Welles, or current ganger?

A Song of Ice and Fire: The Bleeding Years (Character/Nation RP Hybrid)

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No, it's based on a game I made on another site, which I long since left.

@Letter Bee

I'm just a GoT RP fan! Was cool to see you putting one up. Let me know if I can help in any way.

Cyberpunk2077: 5th Corporate War

We talking don't fear the reaper ending?

@vancexentan

CP77 spoilers

The Sun ending, where Johnny takes over for V and teams up with Rogue. Rogue ends up dead, V ends up owning Afterlife, sent on a mission to the Crystal Palace in space by Mr. Blue-Eyes.

So very close to (Don't Fear) The Reaper, but key difference being Rogue dies.

Cyberpunk2077: 5th Corporate War

In fact, major questions answered in Discord i'll transcribe here.

"Question: are we following specific Canon or are the GMs making it up?"

"Player choices from the game will be explained in the OOC. But for now: Afterlife/Rogue ending, V becomes owner of Afterlife and is sent on the mission from a certain Fixer."

Cyberpunk2077: 5th Corporate War

i'll throw up interest myself. I can play a ex-corpo gunner. But i'll be honest I don't like using discord.

@vancexentan

Heeey you.

Discord is no requirement. All information will be available in the OOC.

Cyberpunk2077: 5th Corporate War

"Things have changed, choom. Word on the streets are the corps are starting to fight again, with most the gangs weakened or just considered too much of a liability, Fixers in Night City have more gigs than ever before. The new owner of the Afterlife proved mercs are not to be underestimated any longer; welcome to the golden age of the merc!

Whether it's deckheads, cyborgs, techies, solos, or the odd nomad chasing something besides dust storms and smuggling routes--if you've got the cojones and the skill, legend and eddies are yours for the taking. One gonk move and it can all be over in a flash of gunfire or steel. Think you're ready? Chip on in, choomba, and let's find out."

- Trace Santiago, Night City Leak News

⪭ Setting

Takes place in Night City and the surrounding area, with a possible trip up to space. Year is 2077, potentially 2078. After the main story Cyberpunk2077.

⪭ Players

The roleplay is designed for a regular sized group, it will function just fine from four players (not including Co-GMs) and up to seven or eight players.

⪭ Posting Level & Requirements

Casual to High Casual/Advanced/whatever you want to call it these days. Each player will have two weeks to post, with additional time allowances for IRL issues that might arise.

⪭ GMs

Speaking of, the GMs for this will be @Ezekiel and myself. Feel free to contact us if you have questions/ideas.

⪭ Story

We already have a story in place, with an aim of structuring it similar to Cyberpunk2077 with Acts. Obviously more details on this should we get enough interest and move to an OOC thread.

⪭ Game Structure

Along with the main story and it's Acts, we'd also like for a semi-sandbox element between Acts where players can do solo posts, or propose Side Gigs for the entire group, part of the group, or just solo.

⪭ Characters

Each character will be a Merc. What your background is, what your skill-set is, even what your equipment/gear/possessions are will largely be up to each player. Our only rule for this is they have to be good enough to get recruited, but not so good they're considered top-tier Mercs. Think Jackie Welles at the start of Cyberpunk2077.

⪭ Setting Knowledge Requirement

If you've played the game Cyberpunk2077, you know enough about the setting to play this game. If you want you can go find the most recent Cyberpunk RPG corebook, Cyberpunk Red, but it's not necessary.

⪭ Discord

Obviously use this thread for expressing interest and any questions, but if you'd like to live chat with the GMs and other potential players we've thrown up a Discord server you can reach here.

A Song of Ice and Fire: The Bleeding Years (Character/Nation RP Hybrid)

I've seen something like this before...;)

Marvel World War M

_{New York City, Long Island, Airport Industrial Zone.
Damage Control's Long Island Secure Storage Facility.}

"Hey, did you make more coffee?" Desmond's eyes lazily trailed from the one small screen set up on the desk top to the array of screens lined up on the wall above the desk, four by two, for a total of eight screens constantly updating with the closed circuit video feed from around the Damage Control Long Island Storage Facility. There was no sound in the small security office but the sound of the basketball game on the small screen set-up on the desk top, and the hum of the servers behind the security glass at the back of the room.

Even after the sluggish Desmond realized Edgar hadn't answered, it took him until the next time out to sigh and turn his body in the swivel chair to see if Edgar had fallen asleep. He found Edger.

Unconcious, slumped on the floor. A blonde woman in black and bare skin and spikes standing over him. Desmond's sleepy eyse stretched wide at the sight, shock freezing him in place. The woman had no such hesitation. She simply took the back of his head and smashed it against the wall of screens above the desk with the ease of a grown man tossing around a toddler. Desmond began to bleed on the desk as he crumpled, unconcious, in the chair. Illyana paid no mind to the security guard with the 'Desmond Blake' nametag on his grey trouser, dark blue shirt, black belt uniform. She'd already snatched the security pass from the first guard who was making coffee when she appeared behind him via one of her teleportation discs, taking his neck from behind in a choke hold, silently forcing him to unconcious before the other guard lazily asked about coffee and didn't turn around for another minute.

It was enough she was already looking through the camera feeds for what she wanted. That was the moment she found another guard, and another individual, on one of the cameras. Her head tilted to the side, just barely, as intrigue compelled her attention to stay on the feed. Beams, weapons shrinking, a suit of armor. Illyana felt her teeth grit. I hate armored suits. It reminded her of cowards; it reminded her of Tony Stark. Whoever it was didn't seem to account for a modern security system--a fortunate thing she had used Unconcious Security Guard #1's security pass to disable to the surveillance systems, motion detectors, heat sensors, magnetic trip-wires, and every other little toy Damage Control had put in place to sure the toys of others stayed out of their rightful hands.

Or, at least, in the hands of someone who wasn't considered the 'bad guy.' The disc of angry gold light expanded from a speck of light until it was a roughly circular shape with an image that grew fuzzy and rough at the edges, and was just big enough for her to walkt through. Getting what she came for was a short trip, and was a matter of shoving another guard who never saw her coming face-first into a brick wall and letting him fall unconcious on the ground like the others from the security office. "Squishy hew-mans," Magik commented, with a smirk, as she began ripping through all the double-sided cardboard Uline stamped boxes that was supposed to hold some of what she was after.

It was an after-thought when she reached down to the knocked out guard's shoulder pinned radio transmitter, and depressed the button on the side of it to open a channel, "Intruder in power armor, size-morphing, heading towards Section 2-B in Warehouse 4. They've already knocked out..." well, Illyana saw him take out two guards on the camera feed, but she was absolutely going to blame him for the three she knocked out, too. "Uh, five of us. Armed and dangerous."

There was some radio chatter in response that she ignored; thirty seconds later the alarm klaxtons began to sound as red emergency lights began to pulse along with the audible alarm that was loud enough to make her wince, and ring her ears. A quick teleportation disc opened next to her, much smaller than the ones she used; this one she simply tossed a paticular cardboard box in, and let the disc disappear. Some of what she had come after was secure in Limbo, so now...she could turn her attention to the poor bastard she had just set the entire Damage Control facility on.

A larger disc appeared a heartbeat later, Illyana stepping immediately through it to began her observation of the shitstorm that was about to head Power Armor's way.

Marvel World War M

_{New York City, The Bronx, Little Italy.
Arthur Avenue Retail Market. Mike's Deli seating area.}

The disc of light opened and closed in seconds, quickly enough no one seemed to notice the light. The same, she knew, would not be able to be said for herself as soon as she walked through the open double-doored west side entrance. Black crowned, black leather top stopping well short of her midriff, the chill Bronx air hit the skin of her chest exposed by her top--the loudest reminder so far that she was no longer in Limbo. Black leather pauldrons covered her shoulders, black leather all the way down both arms.

It was the spikes coming out of one arm that attracted immediate attention as she stepped inside, and began her deliberate pace to the deli. Thigh high black leggings covered her bottom half, save for the shorts that clung to the rest of her from the waist down, belted with a large 'X' belt buckle that she had hung her hands from by the thumbs as she walked over the concrete ground, ignoring the gaping stare of a man that stopped mid-bite of his sandwich to stare. The blue eyed blonde stared back as she made her way to the deli counter, snapping her eyes away long enough to take the measure of the man behind the counter.

Italian blooded, short cropped hair salt-and-pepper in color, wearing the white shirt, trousers, and apron of a deli worker. She smiled, gently, at the hard stare the deli worker with the 'Dan' nametag in cheap plastic bronze clipped to the chest of his apron was giving her. "Greetings...Dan. I would have you serve me your meatball sandwich. Extra mozzarella."

"Full size, half?"

That gentle smile spread across her undecorated pale pink lips until it pulled the corners of her mouth into a tiny grin. "Full, Dan. Please." She looked past Dan after finishing her order, to the younger man with no nametag wearing the same white get-up Dan did. "You, call the authorities. Tell them an X-Man has arrived in your establishment. Tell them this mutant is dangerous, and means to do...harm." She waited a beat of her heart, then a second. At the third beat of her heart the young male still stared, unmoving. Her voice snapped at him, with the intensity and suddenness of a whip's crack, "NOW CHILD.....remember the extra mozzarella, Dan, please."

Her head gave a slow, gentle nod to the older deli worker before turning away from the counter and back to the seating area. The old man who she had frozen half-bite...still hadn't moved. The middle aged man that looked similar enough to suggest familial relations kept his eyes down on his food, picking at his sandwich. She moved to the end of the table they sat at, a foot from either man, and finally removing her thumbs from behind her belt buckle, setting her hands palms down on the end of their table. Leaning in, leaning down, lowering her voice to a near whisper with the undertones of a Demon Queen, "You would both be wise to leave, before these...mutant killers appear."

The middle aged man never looked up, though he did speak up, false confidence strong in his tone, "The M.R.D. won't be scared of you."

"...then they are fools."

The older man put down his sandwich and left, the middle aged man followed, silently. The young man behind the counter was gone. The stalls around the deli were empty. The humans had cleared out, save for Dan. He slid the tray with her sandwich in front of her, waiting. It took her a moment of confusion before she recalled where she was, and the practices of such a society. She retrieved crumpled, old, bills from inside her belt, her fingers shaking them and dropping them upon the table with the clumsiness of someone who never handled such bills, hundred dollar bills each.

Without any hesitation she grabbed her meatball sub and took a large, hearty, hungry bite. The moan hit her lips beats after the sandwich did, "Mmmm yes!!!!" With the sub in her hands, she peeked up at Dan through a side-eye of her blue eyes, "Go away now, Dan, and be well."

"...the X-Men saved the life of my grandfather. You be careful, Magik."

Decades had been longer for Illyana Rasputin in Limbo. It had been a while in Limbo training and waiting for the right moment, the sheer impact of being remembered, and remembered fondly...her head nodded, mouth full as she spoke, "thanks, go away and be safe." It was a haze of memories and nostalgia she felt as she waited. She ate the sub in half a minute, greedily grabbing at the large soda the old man who had vacated the seat in which she sat had left. "Ew," she flinched at the taste of Coca-Cola, before closing her eyes and downing everything that remained of the beverage.

By the time they arrived, she was up and standing, leaned against the deli counter, arms crossed over her partially exposed chest. They entered the front with weapons pressed next to their cheeks, aiming down sights and ready to start firing at any second. They began shouting commands at her. They never saw the disk of light open beneath them, or the dozen or so blood red arms and hands tipped with demonic black claws reach out of the disc of light, and yank them down into the teleportation disc with enough speed and force to cause slight whiplash. There was a distant sound of weapons going off, but mostly, there was the distant sound of the four man M.R.D. squad screaming, faint and getting fainter.

The sound brought a large, bright, smile to the pale pink lips of the mutant as she stood from her lean against the counter, walked over, and hopped down through the teleportation disc herself a moment before it snapped shut and disappeared from the view of Earth.

X-Men: Ascendancy

The dome of light faded out over the timing of a two minutes. It was exactly the time, one hundred and twenty seconds, that she dictated in the back of her mind to the universe. Her appearance had changed only in the clothing that she wore; gone was the White Crown of the Phoenix in terms of the white and gold. All that was left were an old well worn and tight fit pair of pale blue jeans, a white tank top hiding underneath an oversized flannel shirt that was only just long enough to hide her midriff. It was too big for her body, but it was just long enough to cover her to her waist--naturally the shirt belonged to Logan. Something she had stolen from the Academy room they were just minutes ago in.

Theodore Bailey trailed behind, as did Jubilee, both trailed behind Logan who was just behind Jean herself. By the time the field of light actually truly faded they were walking right up to the assembled group. Cyclops was a blur, throwing his arms around the redhead and hugging her close and tight, nodding with a small smile to Logan.

"Is it you?"

"It's her," Emma Frost sighed, sounding somewhere between bored and disappointed.

Clint Barton looked relaxed, the S.H.I.E.L.D. commands behind him followed suit. The Fantastic Four weren't so relaxed, but Sue did quietly mention the status of the Celestial Host: they were going away from the solar system. They were doing so quickly.

"I told them to leave."

Reed stared, even he wasn't quite sure what to make of those words from Jean Grey in this moment. "I see..."

The tone of his voice and the way it trailed suggested more than a few follow-up questions on Reed's mind, and she didn't have to be a telepath to sense that. Quietly she told Scott and Logan to give her a minute, as she passed across the grassy field surrounded by trees on most side, and a country road on the farthest side, to the base of the ramp of the Fantastic Four's craft. There Reed, Sue, and Jean huddled. Quiet, intense, words were spoken between the three. The only sounds were Emma sighing, Clint telling his crew to head back, and Scott turning to Logan once more.

"Oh, sure, you'll come to Krakoa if she's there..." There was a tease in his tone, accentuated by the wry little smirk harbored at the corners of his mouth, under the ruby quartz visor. "It's good to see you. Dakken, Laura, and Gabi ask about you. We'll have to do a B-B-Q to celebrate. Still more into the beef, or you feeling pork ribs?"

"Deputy Director," Clint stepped in front of Teddy, and nodded, "we need to debrief, sir, I'm not sure w--"

"--he will have to come with us."

The way Emma Frost said the words, it was as if she were simply reading a number, an objective fact so obvious and indisputable that questioning her would make a man sound mad. Or stupid. Clint didn't seem all that bothered by sounding stupid, "Why is that? He's human, he's a high ranking government official, and not of your government."

"He's a mutant."

It was Bailey who answered first, stepping right past Barton both literally and vocally, "I'm what? No I'm not."

"Tell that to Cerebro. Xavier is certain."

It was obvious on Clint's face; he regretted sending his men back now. He needn't worry, Ben Grimm slow thundered up next to him, behind Bailey, staring at the mutants still on the ramp. The Thing's voice rumbled deep and harsh, skeptical. "Hey Ol' Canucklehead, whadda you guys pullin' 'ere? Whadda ya do to this man?"

The conversation caught the attention of the three off to the side. Reed said something to Jean, and Jean's face seemed to sink with realization. "Everything in the reality we were just in, that the Phoenix Force created to keep me...you weren't in that memory if you weren't a mutant."

"Can you change it back?"

Now Jean felt every eye in the field on her. Her mutant fellows, the Fantastic Four, Barton...and most of all Bailey himself, minutes away from being racked with grief. Once more she didn't need to be a telepath to know what his thoughts likely were: He has a family. He's worried what this means for his family, for his life. She could feel her heart start to break, even if she still held out hope. "Reed, I just walked away from Godhood. I don't have enough left to reverse that."

"But you do have some 'Godhood' left?" Clint couldn't help but ask, even if he was ignored.