Silver Carrot

Protectors of Space-Time! A DBZ Time Patrol RP!

I'm currently reeling between two very different ideas;

Something more OG DB/DBS-like. A jacked female anthro with some kind of gimmicky technique

Or a version of Vegeta from a timeline when Bulma made the wish at Pilaf's castle for her perfect boyfriend, and summoned a teenage Vegeta to Earth

Delta End

Sophia Ward

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Sofia couldn't sleep. Prison, after curfew and in a reinforced cell, was always silent. On the third floor of the shit-cheapest block of apartments this side of the 2nd Layer, the traffic and voices never truly stopped. Every twenty minutes the train went by. The track being several buildings over. It was too damn loud. All Sophia could so was just lay there and use the opportunity to relax and let her mind wander.

She'd gotten out to an almost unrecognisable world. All her old superiors were dead and her underlings were either arrested or higher ups in new gangs. Going back to the criminal world wasn't feasable and without her old connections, would probably just get her killed. It was a funny twist of fate that the same day that she'd resigned herself to the fact she was going to have to start begging and scraping for an ordinary job, she found the orb. She listened to the message and got the printed ticket. Yesterday was a day of making preparations, buying a whole new wardrobe, cleaering out her old accounts and setting up new, up-to-date ones. A quick trip to the seedier alleys she knew of, and she also managed to find the identical model of handgun that she used to own. She always felt safer and more secure with a hidden sidepiece. Old habits.

The moment the sun came up, she got out of bed with a sigh. The light coming through her thin, hole-filled curtains made dozing much harder now. She got dressed in her boots, black jeans, large, gaudy silver belt, and leather jacket. It was the same one she was wearing when she was arrested, and was restored along with her other affects. She had noticed that nobody she'd seen walking around wore leather anymore. She remembered a time when you couldn't move for the stuff, but even before she was incarcerated, it was starting to go the way of the grey trenchcoat. Oh well, leather was just all the more appropriate for being a garment out of time, like Sophia herself.

Once she was dressed, she made herself a coffee and smoked while she drank it, before placing the used mug in the sink and heading out. She first caught the train to Central, before having breakfast from a street vendor. Some unknown seafood in a wrap with some wilting salad. It was probably healthy. Maybe. Possibly.

She sat down and closed her eyes on the scheduled train from platform 15 to the tower. Sophia closed her eyes and tried to use this moment to get some additional rest before her 'work mode' was needed.

"Why would you wake me up!?! I was just about to get some answers!?! Who the hell even ARE YOUUUUU?! At least destiny has been kind to be so far. What would make today any different?"

Sophia opened her eyes, tutted, and looked a few seats over. Well, at least public transport being full of crazies hadn't changed. She reverted her eyed in front of her and closed them again, trying harder to shut everything out. Thankfully, it quietened down soon after and the rest of the trip was uneventful.

The moment the train pulled in, Sophia walked fast past the throng. She wanted to be punctual, if not early. It was drilled into her from an early age that gestures of respect to authority were things it was in your best interest to remember. That's how you get ahead in most lines of work. Sophia approached the reception, and merely uttered the words "IXth SU δ Division" in order to recieve instructions. Once she got out the elevator, she looked around. It started to dawn on her just how unfamiliar any of the technology in here looked, and for the first time, doubt was starting to set in.

Strawberry Romantic

In order of rough time range:

Agmundyr: 800-1000 (Roughly based on Erik the Red)
Theophania: 1350 - 1450 (Roughly based on the Hundred Years war)
Joanna Hawke: 1670-1720 (Golden Age of Piracy)
Kammu: 1810-1880 (Manifest Destiny)

Wonder if they ever compare notes lol

Kammu: "America invaded my lands"
Joanna: "Isn't America a British Colony?"
Agmundyr: "Britain has Colonies?
Theophania: "...What's America?"

Strawberry Romantic

I think I saw an affirmative to these before but I might be mistaken

Marvel Comics: Dawn of X

Molly Hayes

Molly was awed, and a tiny bit scared, to see Magneto at the bar. Then again, from all of his infamy, he was still a mutant. He belonged here just as much as anyone else. He seemed to be deep in conversation with two other teenagers Mollybdidn't recognise. Nor did she know what they were talking about. Molly also recognised Emma Frost, and...

The moment Aya had odered the drinks and the bartender's focus was off her, Molly slid up to Aya's side, and spoke in an excited yet hushed whisper;

"You know who that bartender is, right? Surely you recognise him! That's Gambit! Man, I know this isn't my first time meeting X-men before, and we are on Krakoa, but I wasn't mentally prepared to meet this many of them this quickly!"

@Abillioncats

Strawberry Romantic

Kagura was starting to realise that she couldn't see anymore birds. Nor could she hear them anymore. She looked over at the pirate, who was standing on the building's ledge. The pirate was smiling, looking out over the city, with her loose ghile shirt billowing in the wind. Kagura had to admit, she looked cool

"Looks like whoever was in charge got taken out. And I think I just spotted somebody who might give us more answers. C'mon!" she commanded, before dropping from the roof and landing unhurt on the ground below. She grinned up at Kagura, who rolled her eyes and headed back to the stairwell. Once they were united, Kagura tutted and glared at her companion.

"Yes, you can jump off the roof. Very impressive. I couldn't do that!"

"You know, lass, I wouldn't be so sure..."

"What? What are you-"

"Anyway, you see those three? Two knights and a wet lady with a staff? I don't think they belong here, same as I don't. This world is so familiar, yet so strange at the same time. I think I recognise the language from scrolls the Dutch brought with them from the Far East. This is Japan, isn't it?"

"Hold on. If you can't read Japanese, how are we speaking?"

"Honestly, lass? I couldn't tell ye."

The pirate and the...magical girl who looking more like she was complaying a pirate-themed idol when stood side by side with a real one, approached Mina and the Witch of the Waters.

Strawberry Romantic

I hope nobody's waiting just for me. I'll try and post tomorrow

Delta End

Name:

Sophia Ward

Age:

56

Gender:

Female

Personality:

Sophia is a world-weary, sarcastic, bitter and cynical woman, having been around and having seen a lot of the darker side of the world. She still carries her callous and amoral nature as a professional criminal and murderer, but it was been dulled and worn by time. She feels a self-centered regret at the wasting of her life, but no remorse for the evil of her actions.

Anima:

Maelstrom Discharger

An Anima created from the Soul of an Entity that lived in an abandoned powerplant in the Outskirts. The Gun uses charge to shoot powerful attacks. It uses energy-type "bullets" (akin to rays/lasers) and can be used to do a lot of things energy related- Put up an energy shield that blocks incoming attacks, or discharge for small, low-cost blasts or even large hyperbeams. Attacks are elementally aspected- You can change between electricity, fire, and pure energy. The colour of the weapon changes accordingly (yellow -> red -> blue). Charge is gained over time or by manually charging it with aether cells (akin to ammunition)

Maelstrom Discharger

Alignment:

True Neutral

Picture:

Sophia Ward, age 32

Backstory:

Thirty years ago, the illegal Anima trade looked very different to today. It was large, powerful, and based from the 2nd Pillar rather than the 5th, as crime bosses were rich and unabashedly ashamed of their wealth. Sophia was the youngest daughter of one of these families, but when she was merely thirteen, her family was killed and she and her sisters were taken in by the killers. Sophia buried her resentment. She had never felt loved by her parents in the first place. The only thing she was ever truly rewarded for, were results, and her new employers gave her praise for a good job much more readily than her own blood ever did.

She remained loyal, and worked hard, rising up in influence, standing and reputation until she was a Lieutenant, with her own men directly underneath her. Sophia had a good brain for organized crime. She made alliances, could turn on the charm when needed and twist somebody's arm when it called for it. But her main strength was her sheer ruthlessness. She killed any who crossed her or her men in cold blood, including Agents.

This reputation had it drawbacks, as she became one of the most wanted targets during the crackdown on the Organized Crime of the 2nd Pillar. She was eventually caught, arrested and though they could never tie her to any murders, got twenty years for the few criminal exploits they could prove.

Sophia served all twenty years with no complaints. Now a free woman, given one of the cheapest apartments of the 2nd Layer, and no job, she wondered what the future had in store for her. But on her third night as a free woman, she came home to find her door unlocked and a black orb in the middle of her living room...

Marvel Comics: Dawn of X

Molly Hayes

"Ah, that makes sense! So this is Stark tech, huh?" Molly leaned closer to the drone to get a better look. Molly wasn't particularly surprised that there was a connection to Stark in Aya's life. Molly had tangled with so many aspects of the Superhero world in her own short life. It was still strange for her to think about the majority of the people here having superpowers but having never fought a villain before. Still, that's what this celebration was about. Mutantkind could let their guard down, be accepted, and relax. Speaking of, Aya had suggested going to the Green Lagoon. Molly nodded, and started walking in that direction, making sure Aya and her drone was following.

"I won't be able to drink there myself....legally...but they probably have some non-alcoholic options. Also, your fans. Are they all mutants too?" Molly asked after listening to Aya talk about streaming Krakoa. Molly's gut reaction was to dislike the idea of non-mutants seeing this party, but then she imagined Chase, Gert and Nico watching and felt a pang of sadness. She suppose she wouldn't mind them watching. There really was nothing logically wrong with people who accepted a mutant, watching her stream from here, Molly supposed.

@Abillioncats

Lure of the Future: My Hero Academia, AU

Nadeko stood at the gates of U.A. and took a moment to drink it all in. This was the school where the top heroes are forged, and she could be one of them. The uniform was more elaborate than she was used to. She could use specially made metal hooks to put on her slip-on shoes, knee-lenth socks and button up her shirt and skirt, but the tie was undoable. Much like shoelaces, Nadeko was incapable of the dexterity needed to tie her own tie. Between the missing tie and unbuttoned top button, and the short red hair brushed over one eye, there was a slightly rebellious air about her appearence. She was lucky she had no piercings or people might think she was a yankee.

She made her way past the robots and up to the dorm, dragging a large, heavy suitcase behind her. In the common room, she saw a praying mantis boy talking to a girl with tentacles for hair. She vaguely remembered them both from the exam, seeing them both also go around saving citizens. She entered the common room, and smiled and waved at the both. Well, by 'waved', she shook her large square, hand-less metal arm at them. From what she heard of the conversation between the two of them, they both seemed exited to be here, excited to become Heroes, but both socially awkward and nervous. The mantic boy then suddenly and abruptly fled the scene. She guessed he was hoping for a more confident first impression. Nadeko turned to the girl.

"Hi, I'm Nadeko. Nice to meet you! Man, U.A! We made it! Are you excited? Anyway, I'm gonna go unpack." She gestured to her large suitcase. "I'll see you in class!"

Nadeko arrived at her room, threw her suitcase onto her bed and unzipped it. The first thing she took out where her metal hooks. Without her family to help her dress, their importance couldn't be overstated. Plus she'd need them to hang all her clothes up. Once she was finished, she placed them gently on top of her dresser, before fishong out a small rectangular metal box. This was basically her pencil case. Without the specially crafted tools in here, she'd be unable to write anything down. It also contained a smaller set of hooks in case they needed to change into gym uniforms and she didn't have time to come back here.

Case magnetically attached to her arm, she left her dorm room and set off towards the classroom.