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Perchance! A Persistently Preposterous Perfidy of Petulant Pugilism : Moldovan Masked and Mustachioed Muscle Man from Mount Magora MEETS MOLE-MAN!!!!!

In the momentary silence of the startled crowd, following his ingenious deployment of the MOLE-MAN patented Flying Charge Tackle slash Flying Tackle Charge, THE MOLE-MAN takes a moment to reflect on his new environment, and perhaps on his life and decisions going forward.

He lingers instead on his decisions going backward - on regrets. But at least he can think. The quiet is good for his rattling brain and throbbing skull. THE MOLE-MAN feels on the brink of peace when Danger, Danger Fontaine loudly swears.

His head jerks up. THE MOLE-MAN has a particular relationship with swearing. When people do it, it usually means they're about to get aggressive with him.
"Fffffuucchchhh?" echoes THE MOLE-MAN, his warped and unattractive features moving almost imperceptibly to let loose the obscene utterance.

THE MOLE-MAN is on guard as Danger, Danger Fontaine ascends the ropes and prepares what might be an Exemplary Elbow Drop. THE MOLE-MAN, the announcers observe, is ready. Beady black eyes stare upwards at that tanned, glistening, grossly muscled form. Some might be distracted and taken back off guard. But THE MOLE-MAN is demisexual.

"Astonishing!" marvels one announcer.
"Astounding!" marvels the other.
"Astonishing!" marvels the first.
"Incredible!"
"Astonishing!"

THE MOLE-MAN roars as Danger, Danger Fontaine makes his move, countering the Exemplary Elbow Drop with a Clumsy Leaping Bear Hug, delivering Danger, Danger Fontaine back out of the ring, this time with THE MOLE-MAN clinging to him and at dire risk of landing atop him.

"Unbelievable!"

Perchance! A Persistently Preposterous Perfidy of Petulant Pugilism : Moldovan Masked and Mustachioed Muscle Man from Mount Magora MEETS MOLE-MAN!!!!!

THE MOLE-MAN, disoriented and distressed, distracted indeed and despairing that this overload of sensation might never end, faces only yet further suffering directly ahead - that is, above him, and descending with alacrity.

MOLE-MAN's skull is designed to endure and deflect many inconveniences, such as boulders dropping on top of it, and falling into caverns, and most of the immediate consequences of THE MOLE-MAN doing unwise things like telling people how he thinks they look. MOLE-MAN's skull is hardy. However, today THE MOLE-MAN's skull is struck by the foot of Danger, Danger Fontaine, and it hurts, a lot, like, a ton.

The screaming MOLE-MAN does not stop screaming. THE MOLE-MAN stumbles, and bumbles in a small circle around the ring, his small MOLE-MAN brain rattling in its cage, like a creature upset at a failing in its accommodations. In this case, the failing is fragility.

Concussed, still blinded, baffled, and at a stretch, perhaps, bereaved, THE MOLE-MAN rapidly and helplessly stumbles with its full weight from one side of the arena into the part of it that Danger, Danger Fontaine is occupying. The announcers stammer, trying to think of a name for this move on the spot.

"This- this is THE MOLE-MAN's famous... ah, what is it, do you think?"
"Flying charge tackle!"
"Flying?"
"Certainly!"

Perchance! A Persistently Preposterous Perfidy of Petulant Pugilism : Moldovan Masked and Mustachioed Muscle Man from Mount Magora MEETS MOLE-MAN!!!!!

THE MOLE-MAN glares at the audience all around him, in a way that might be construed as intimidating, suspicious, or blinded. He snuffles. He slowly, painstakingly drags his bulging bulk from the pit in the ring, dripping clods of dirt and chunks of concrete and rags of ring-material.

THE MOLE-MANAGER looks on and sees his calling.

THE MOLE-MANAGER wasn't always known as THE MOLE-MANAGER. Until a few seconds hence, in fact, he was known as a custodian. But something... activates... within him, as he sees that enormous brown creature drag himself from the depths to face, of all people, Danger, Danger Fontaine.

Security is too slow to stop him. He's in the ring faster than thought, and at THE MOLE-MAN's side by the time he's done thinking about why this might be a bad idea. THE MOLE-MAN peers at him with that cruel-skeptical-suffering gaze through an all-black eye, and he knows it must be a bad idea.

"I will be the MOLE-MANAGER!" cries THE MOLE-MANAGER. The audience gasps.
"I will teach the MOLE-MAN to fight!" he adds, getting into it already. The audience roars.
"I will make THE MOLE-MAN defeat Danger, Danger Fontaine!" he screams, so loud that his throat hurts. The audience echoes his scream. THE MOLE-MAN covers his earholes.
"And I am going to make a lot of money!!" he emits, his voice taking the form of distilled volume. The audience falls into violent paroxysms of multi-flavored arousal. THE MOLE-MANAGER is quite the orator, it seems.

THE MOLE-MAN also screams, holding his claws tightly over his ears.

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War [Moved to New Thread]

The moments - minutes - hours? The time from when Hannie first let Kirvella free to the time she collapses onto her hands and knees, breathless and disoriented, is entirely blank. She remembers dispelling her Arm on purpose. She remembers... pain, death, the cold.
It's still so cold.
She let it control her.
Hopefully... hopefully she didn't do anything.

She's on asphalt. She's not on the beach anymore. She looks up, scans her environment. This is the city. Which way is the beach? Does she have to go back?
The question lingers in her mind. She ought to challenge it. She isn't.
Hannie rises to her feet, lost in the evacuated city of Lingayen. The wind touches her shoulders oddly. She looks.
That's... ice. And those are... holes... all the way through.
It's time to leave. It's time for Hannie to get out. She doesn't know where she's going, but she starts moving fast. She doesn't know these streets at all and can barely see where she's going, between the corners, the ducking away from overhead planes, and the simple confused fear.

It isn't long before things are taken back out of her hands, though. In an instant, everything is black and green and falling and charged.

She's back at the beach again. It's quiet - for half a second - and then it's roaring. Blindingly bright everywhere she looks but down, and down there's that dark stuff - that weird woman's bubbling dark thing under her feet - what's happening?
She can't-
She can't...
She can't.
Hannie can't understand what's happening. She can't do anything to help. She can't escape. She can't go home. It's so loud. It's so hot and so cold.
She can barely hear the wheezing sob that escapes her. She tries to step out of the dark puddle but it follows her. She tries to look around and recognize anyone but they're all just dark silhouettes against the white and the screaming roaring.
She can't.
Hannie's knees give out on their own. She was going to sit down anyway. She falls on her side in this weird terrible bubbling stuff and squeezes her eyes shut and covers her ears and fails to try not to cry.

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

It may be optimistic to keep posting here but occasional optimism is hardly my greatest sin
So, if you haven’t guessed it in the past 4 months, the chat message in my latest post was meant to potentially hook into the girlfriend Emma mentioned - unless she isn’t a viewer, which is fine because a lot of people died and that could be anyone
If nothing else please admire my hooking prowess, thank you

The Taygete Project

My plan is pretty vague: be hallucinating revolutionary; win, be arrested, or die
The idea was also to try to draw other PCs into it, but it looks like this is being run as a set of 1x1s, which is a new idea to me. Is there some inciting incident on the way to push us all together or is this the ongoing plan?

Perchance! A Persistently Preposterous Perfidy of Petulant Pugilism : Moldovan Masked and Mustachioed Muscle Man from Mount Magora MEETS MOLE-MAN!!!!!

I'm preferring the image of THE MOLE-MAN accidentally burrowing through the building's foundations into a wrestling ring and being very lost as a coach steps up and basically adopts him for the fight

Perchance! A Persistently Preposterous Perfidy of Petulant Pugilism : Moldovan Masked and Mustachioed Muscle Man from Mount Magora MEETS MOLE-MAN!!!!!

Oops, I was picturing a colosseum, looks like THE MOLE-MAN has actually burrowed into a wrestling ring in the present day
One does lose track of a lot of things down there in the dirt

Swords, Coats, and Anime Tropes

I was looking forward to it
You already got my opinion on the starting place, but I don't think it's particularly important seeing as they're all just markers so far
I'll go wherever we go

Perchance! A Persistently Preposterous Perfidy of Petulant Pugilism : Moldovan Masked and Mustachioed Muscle Man from Mount Magora MEETS MOLE-MAN!!!!!

(THE) MOLE-MAN

Name: (THE) MOLE-MAN
Gender: -MAN
Age: 33 YEARS (36 in MOLE-MAN YEARS)
Hometown: THE BENEATH
Appearance: BROWN FUR. LONG CLAWS. HUNCHED and FREAKISH.
Height: TOWERING (at full stretch; normally AVERAGE)
Weight: UNTHROWABLE
Sexuality: DEMISEXUAL (SWITCH)
Habits: DIGGING
Likes: DIGGING, JEWELRY, CLOWNS
Dislikes: UNDIGGABLE TERRAIN, HAPHAZARD SPOKEN POETRY, ROSHAMBO, SUFFOCATING
Reason for becoming a Trainer: GYM BADGES. THEY'RE SO GODDAMN SHINY. WHAT THREAD IS THIS?

Bio

THE MOLE-MAN digs because MOLE-MAN knows no other life.
Abandoned by his parents at a young age, MOLE-MAN has spent his existence in the relentless pursuit of identity. The MOLE-MAN people don't have public schooling, so his direction in life has fallen entirely to his own misguided judgment. For a time, he was a thief, a burglar, burrowing into the basements of innocent people and making off with things he didn't know the names of. It is still that time. MOLE-MAN still does that.
In his travels, THE MOLE-MAN has met many people; made many friends, and many more enemies; stumbled into countless situations he did not understand, and came out almost always worse for his trouble. Once, he was challenged to a game of rock-paper-scissors for his freedom after the police caught him trying to steal a wine cask, and he lost because he could only do paper or scissors. He dug out of prison, but the experience changed him. He is still trying to reckon with the consequences - that is, the concept of consequences.
In Japan, THE MOLE-MAN is known as ホームインベーダーさん.

Personality: SOCIOPATH. EASILY BAFFLED.