The Jest

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

@Godlikeblade

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Also, just a reminder to everyone else, (@Windstormugly @Bishop @A Blue Chord @Silvir @Petulant @Red Helix @Ragrar @Warborn123) that the IC IS up and waiting for you all to post. ^_^

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

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Morgana- Inside the Tavern

Unbeknownst to likely most of the people on the ground floor, laying on a support beam by the ceiling was a black cat, his blue eyes looking down at the lively bunch that's greeting each other below, noticing one of the ones outside then turning into a wolf, much to the cat's natural dismay...Wait, no, it shouldn't be natural for him to hate wolves. He's a man, and dogs are man's best friend. Anyways, the one the wolf's...communicating with, also seemed interesting, particularly that gem on the back of their neck. ...Are they some kind of advanced Treasure Demon? ...Or maybe it's just the kind of treasure demons one finds here. ...Since, looking up at the moon, he contemplates how he doesn't even know what "here" is.

It felt like only yesterday that he was back in Shibuya, in a more modern time than right now. He was driving the Phantom Thieves, his many students, through the pits of Mementos, the collective distortion of the city's inhabitants, manifested within the Shibuya Underground. If they weren't trying to dive deeper and deeper down through its depths, they were hunting and changing the hearts of jerks and criminals from there.

The Phantom thieves went down to do the latter when they came across an unusual portal within one of its many floors. Portals in Mementos are nothing new to the Phantom Thieves, as they are akin to doorways to their targets' areas, specific and exclusively for them. But all of them were red... This one was blue.

Deciding to enter into it, regardless, as it may just be a special target for all they knew, Morgana jumped into the portal...and everyone but Morgana was thrown out.

Morgana was unsure as to why he was the only one who landed in this distant past time, where he even was, or why he's the only one who did. All that's known is that he's stuck in this time, with no way of going back, and found his way to the Tavern. By the looks of it, he was one of the first ones to find it out of the bunch of misfits that kept coming. With nothing else to do, Morgana jumped up to the ceiling support beam to rest and watch the others come in.

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Nagito- Forest Near Tavern

"Wow, Looks like Arin's gained quite a number of new allies in there. ...Rather unique ones might I add, and more seems to keep coming. Really brings a tear to my eye to see so many talented individuals coming together like this." Said the white haired boy as he smiled, watching what was going on in the tavern through the scope of some binoculars, the feint wind blowing on him, moving the bottom part of his green coat. Nagito was sitting on a branch of a tree by the tavern as he did this, the same tree that Hunter and his shadowsaur was hiding behind. He then looked down towards the both of them.

"...I know you designed it against Arin, but was it really a good idea to bring that shadowsaur along for this recon? Don't get me wrong, he's probably great and all against Arin, but...he sticks out like a sore thumb." Nagito then said to Hunter. It was around that time that the ground shook, and a giant ring cylinder made by Aion appeared.

"Looks like we got lucky. The Shadowsaur might stick out, but THAT will probably stick out more. So, what's the plan?" Nagito asked Hunter with genuine relief and happiness, something eerie in the wake of what's being talked about.

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Johnathan Falcon- Within Golden's Lair

Somewhere in Golden's lair sat Johnathan Falcon, the cloaked, masked figure meditating...upside down on the ceiling. For most, this would be considered unbelievable, remarkable even, but for anyone like Golden who knows a damn thing about him, this is actually something very common and easy to do. Somehow, without anything that could be associated as a camera of some kind, John could see what was going on both inside and outside of this building in the middle of nowhere...

"...It seems your nemesis has a number of newfound friends. There are potential threats both inside the facility, and all around the parameter. To go after him right now is...unwise. Perhaps an indirect plan is in order, boss..." Johnathan said to Golden telepathically.

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Lord Metallix- Forest near the Tavern

Just as there exists multiple universes in the grand scheme of reality, so too are there many parallels connected to each one, divided by a razor thin line of time. This is the phenomena known to some as a multiple worlds theory, or simply the multiverse theory, the idea that there are multiple universes that are born and branch off from a single prime universe that started it all. A single fork in anyone's road, a single choice they make will instantly create a new timeline, and thus a new universe is born through differentiating from the original. Because of this, a single universe may have near-infinite parallel universes branching off of it with each and every choice made by each and every person.

Sonic and Metal Sonic's world is one of these prime universes, and Sonic's time travelling, at least for the little planet's futures, is an example of this as he and his counterpart were then transported to where they are now. Their world too has branched off into many parallel variants. Some similar with minuscule differences, some being a completely different reality to the one the two may have been used to.

There are many way to travel through these universes, but the one "he" chose was a personal favorite: The Cosmic highway, a web of cosmic energy that acts as roads connecting the many parallels of Sonic's world together. It does not extend beyond the parallels of this mobian world however, as a cloaked figure walking the highway noticed when he looks at a device in its hand, and noticing two energy signals being blasted beyond the device's range. Meaning they weren't just blasted to another time, but to a whole other universe, a whole other dimension from this one.

Interested, the cloaked figure flew off the cosmic path, a blaze of rocket flames coming out from behind it, and attempted to go beyond the space of this dimension. As he flew through the vast nothingness that lies beyond the highway, he noticed a blue light, spotting a circle of blue energy in the distance, the radar seeming to indicate that the two hedgehogs went in the direction of it. Sonic and Metal Sonic must have REALLY overcharged the time stone. The residual energy of it seemed to have caused them to break open a hole in the space-time continuum, creating a portal to another dimension. Now even more interested than before, the cloaked figure stepped through it.

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He deactivated the rocket thruster on his back as he passed through the portal, quickly landing at his feet. Looking at him from a distance, he was appear as very short individual, a long black cloak completely covering his body, keeping it from sight, the only thing coming from it being a red eye glowing through the darkness of his hood. He looked around at his surroundings, apparently he was in a forest, by an olden tavern right in the middle of it. Strangely, he can't seem to detect Sonic or Metal Sonic even when he knows he went through the same portal that they did...Perhaps the destination changes somewhat? Or maybe they've already moved away from the spot. Either way, it's clear he'll gain nothing by standing here, and so he attempted to leave to try and find them, when all of a sudden, he detected something close by, magic as it seemed. Then he could feel the ground shake as a giant cylinder of stone broke through the forest and rose up. Upon scanning this, he detected that only a ring around a hollowed center was lifted upwards.

"...An alchemist, here? ...Interesting." The robot thought, putting his hand against his chin like a normal thinking man would, pondering about this. While there were no actual practitioners of it, the robot has most certainly heard of the theory of Alchemy. In fact the general concept of Alchemy is the general inspiration for the roboticizer back home: To turn one thing into another, to turn flesh into metal in that case. IF there was truly an actual Alchemist around here, then learning about him could help improve the effectiveness of Robotnik's roboticizer. Curious in that respect, he activated the rocket thruster on his back and jumped up high above the trees, landing on the 5 foot thick ring wall and staring down at the center. The walls made it very dark to see down 20 feet in the dead of night, but for the robot, this wasn't a problem as he eyes glowed red. Zooming in, he spotted the two men that were in there. However, he said nothing, did nothing, simply watching what would happen inside between these two.

The Dusk Tavern (Crossover rp)

Edit: Welp, I done fucked up by assuming that post from the GM was the last one. My apologies everyone. XD

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

@The Jest Here ya go

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Name: Vladimir Quake

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance

Height: 5'10
Eyes: Blue

Desire: The destruction of every angel and the false society they have created

Ability: Explosion Manipulation

Weapon: A specially made shotgun that he found that can fire HE Rounds, AP Rounds(Armor Piercing), Non-lethal Rounds, AP Rounds(Anti personal) Due to its auto adjusting barrel

Weapons Appearance

Personality: Before he touched the corpse he was a very calm and collected person who usually keep a lot of things to him self, but ever since he touched the corpse he's been very loopy, Crazy and out of hand he also loves music and most likely have headphones on during most missions

Other: He also has a very strong Russian accent

@Godlikeblade

I don't have a problem with it myself, although I need to ask my partners about it first. ^_^

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

I'm back and I can now post almost instantly now that I am at home with my high-speed internet.

@luna558

Great to hear. ^_^

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

@The Jest

Hey, can I still join?

@Godlikeblade

Why yes you can. ^_^

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

@Petulant @Windstormugly @Bishop @Ragrar @Red Helix @Silvir @Warborn123

The IC is up, as promised. Enjoy. ^_^

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

Dean woke up from a loss of consciousness he had for what felt like a second ago, staring up at the sunlight peering through the hole in the ceiling of the cavern, the very same hole that dropped them all down here to begin with. He sat up and held his head, and it was then that he noticed it...the pain in his head. For all of his life, all of everyones lives, there had never been this feeling of shocked nerves rattling through his brain.

Slowly he begins to remember what happened to everyone, how they were in this cave to begin with...They were a class of those "interested" in Archeology, and so came down to the Deserts of Nevada for a field trip to the top of a rather large mass of red rock amidst the sand and cacti. After the salvation of the world, it was said that some objects of the old world items not worth much value in this new world other than for the simple act of finding them, was somehow buried within stone structures like this, waiting to be discovered. They know not why it was that the holy scions of the lord would wish to have archeologists in a world where such relics are meaningless. All tasks in this new world have a purpose to better suit the masses and the heavens above in their grand scheme. Dean, at the very least, could not quite comprehend what that purpose was for this. But his conscience told him to be an Archeologist, as did everyone else's, and their consciences is never wrong. Maybe they were destined to find something amidst the stones and sands that will prove...useful to the Heavens and their lord.

Climbing to the top of this dome of red rock, they looked down at the roof they were standing on, and the instant they did, they could feel something...wrong. it was feint, very thin and small, but it was there, radiating through the cracks like the smoke of a fire. Some of the classmates, nay most of them, could feel their consciences telling them that perhaps this rock wasn't the best one to try digging through. But something about this feeling, this smell, made faint the voices in their heads, as they continued on their task. It was about two or so minutes into doing it that they began to realize that this was a bad idea, as the final slam of their pickaxes against the rock caused giant cracks to appear where they were standing. Before they had a chance to do anything about it, before the voices in their heads could command them to leave, the floor came crumbling apart, dropping all of them into the darkness below.

A few minutes later, some of them stood up, Dean included. However, of the 28 students and the teacher, who arrived for this trip, only a few of them were conscious, if not dead from the impact. They all looked around and noticed that they were in some sort of cavern beneath the rock they were standing in. Somehow, this rock was completely hollowed out, yet still stood like any ordinary spire of rock. More importantly however was the atmosphere of this room, dark, eerie, and that feeling that led them down here in the first place was even stronger down here...as if the entire chamber was filled with radiation that they were exposed to.

Looking at the far end of the chamber, they would see something they never expected to find: It was a corpse, or at least what was left of one. The near-skeletal remains were mummified, petrified into the wall as if absorbed into it, the looks of the corpse and its angles suggests it was writhing in pain as it died, but there's nothing that can tell the gender of it. Upon looking at it, no idea why, but the eerie feeling they had before was now even stronger, as if this was the cause of this mind-numbing sensation. None of them knew why, but just looking at this thing was awakening them to feelings they never felt in their life, more specifically, the feeling of curiosity.

Curiosity urged them to get closer and closer to this corpse like moths to a flame, then it urged them to touch it, wondering what would happen if they did.

Upon touching the corpse, thin faded streaks of what appeared to be purple lightning could be seen flying around the corpse until it struck everyone's fingers and sparked a purple flame on them. There was no pain as the flames began covering their entire body...well...no physical pain anyways. Mentally, and spiritually, they could feel an immense pain in their head and heart, the kind of pain one feels when blatantly pouring alcohol on an infected wound, as it burns and eats at a heavy bacterial infection. They could feel something pulsing through their head, banging on their brain as if something inside was trying to get out. As it continues, a distorted voice without gender echoes through their heads...

Let go of their hold....Let go of their control...Let go of their entitled morals...And Awaken...Awaken to your desires!

Their pain climaxes, as the flames shoot outwards from their bodies, catching the dead and unconscious students in that same violet flame, and as if all the energy was gone from their bodies, the ones who touched the corpse collapsed, once again falling into unconsciousness.

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Dean remembered everything that led up to once again waking up. He looked around, it seemed everyone who touched the corpse with him was ok. Everyone else though...? The previously unconscious were now dead and burnt to ashes along with the already dead from the fall. The group that now stood was the only ones left alive. It was hard to believe, hard to even comprehend what was happening to himself. He could feel power coursing through his veins, but more importantly he could....he could feel at all. These feelings of confusion, of fear, of sadness for the loss of his classmates...these feelings of choice and want, feelings not given to him by the angels, feelings not forced on him by his conscience...for the first time in his life, Dean felt...alive. Never were they able to mourn for the loss of life like he could now, never were they able to feel anything other than what the holy voices in their head say they feel like he could now. Thinking like that caused his hands to burst into flames, flames that once again didn't hurt him. Wanting them to stop, the mere thought led them to fade out, returning his hands to normal. He then looked around, at all the survivors.

"...Is everybody else alright?" He asked them.

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

@Windstormugly @luna558 @Warborn123 @Hazy @Lurking Shadow @StormHeart @Atroposer @Kessir Tarkin @Kimmininja @Elevation @ReusableSword @BKburke @Bishop @Silvir @Tal0n

Typhon- Boarding party

"Hmph, She can have it; I'm more the Captain's guardian than his first mate, only reason I'm taking on that role is because I'm the last one left who can. ...Frankly, I prefer to be forging in an armory anyways." Arms said in response, continuing after his previous scoff, as he stood by in wait for the tube to complete its connection to the merchant ship. He listened to everyone of these boarding folk talking among themselves about how they feel about the Captain and his orders, amused at what he was hearing. It's very clear by just listening to them that they don't have the slightest clue what they're getting themselves into under Arron's authority.

"You're not wrong, kid...Free-ranged thought and open minds are the reason we have an army of drones but still need a bunch like you. The lot of you are free to use any means necessary at your discretion to get the job done. However, that 'cell' has the right idea: How you fulfill your orders is up to you, so long as you follow those orders. The Captain often doesn't like it when people decide to go against the objectives he gives out. When he says he wants them alive if necessary, he really means 'don't fucking kill them unless you don't have any other option'. Don't worry about why he wants them alive, you'll find that out soon enough, just focus on the fact that he does, and that he won't like it if there's no survivors." Arms explained to William. He heard Rama, Ranna, and the others explain the same thing, making him sigh with relief. At least not all members of the boarding party are kill-crazy. Not every occasion of piracy, after all, needs for people to die...just most of them.

Then in comes the "Shopping List" from Jar regarding what's needed. Conrad seemed to have volunteered to get it, which would be a good idea, if Asugan didn't blast out the Thrusters of the Merchant ship. While it's likely that the thrusters wouldn't have much impact on the merchant outside of stopping it dead, which was fine since the plan was blowing it up anyways, The thrusters are connected to the engines in the engine room of the ship. Meaning the engine room of the merchant ship is damaged at best, and at worst, has a potential hull breach. He then heard Reina irritated say to Rama how she's not a droid. ...Which made Arms have an idea.

"Hopefully you can survive hull breaches like one though...Kid, I'm gonna need you to hold off on doing that, unless that armor's REAL Air-tight. Reina will go with Conrad to get those things Victor mentioned. If the attack on the thrusters caused any holes into space, you might the only we can send to collect what's needed. In which, Conrad will provide cover fire. Everyone else collects what they need, and provide cover for Gold. Remember, take as many back to the Typhon alive as you can. As for me, I'm simply coming here as an observer of your skills. I won't be providing much assistance therefore; Captain's orders. ...That said, The least I could do is give you guys an easy start." He said as the tube began to connect to the ship, the electric pulse from it causing the Merchant's ship to open up its door and stay open.

As soon as the Typhon's airlock opened up, Arms took the lead, expecting the boarding party to immediately follow suit. A few merchants began firing their way, to prevent them from getting onto the ship, but Arms blocked out some of the blasts heading directly for him by shielding himself with his arms. He made a quick jump forward, landing in the airlock of the Merchant ship, immediately smacking the merchant to the right of them to the wall with his arm while smacking the merchant to the left of them with his tail near simultaneously, with enough force to knock them both out, and continuing into the ship itself. He could tell just by looking at it that this ship's hallway was nowhere near as impressive as the Typhon's feeling a little more tight-spaced in comparison. With that in mind, he immediately moved out of the way so that everyone else in the Boarding party could enter.

Once everyone was on board the merchant ship, Arms opened up a panel on the back of his right wrist and pushed a button, delivering a signal directly to the captain's control area, the electric pulse of the tube stopping and causing the ship's airlock door to close as it should, disconnecting the tube and reeling back to the Typhon so that the pilot has the free range to keep the ship alive from the now-oncoming fighter ships after it.

"Alright, it's time for the lot of you to earn your keep. This airlock door is our way out, and as such needs to be guarded. I'll be the one to do this. The rest of you split into groups. Group A will go around the ship, capturing or killing when necessary its crew while pillaging whatever you find. Group B will escort the chef to the kitchen and medical area of the ship to get whatever we need from it. Group C will go to the Engineering deck to collect what Victor asked us for. Group C is Conrad and Reina, Group B is Ranna and Tserv, Group A is everyone else. Unfortunately we don't have time for a Q&A session nor a debate about this. So get moving!" Arms said to them.

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Typhon- Bridge

Arron simply sat on his chair, as everyone else got to work, watching as the Imperial Fighters began their assault on his ship. Needless to say, it seems this was so far the right kind of crew. He could tell off the bat that Pain was a bitch, but hot damn, her skills are definitely not to be questioned. It's been some time since this fine ship flew like this. Hook and Scots were doing good too, with Hook in particular aiming for the Thrusters on the Merchant ship, keeping the ship in one piece while making it unable to go anywhere.

"Clever shooting you two, this'll make this much easier a time now!" He said as the ship connected to the Merchant ship. Eventually he got a signal from Arms that everyone was now in the Merchant ship. Using the control panel on his chair, he reeled in the connecting tube that kept the ship from moving.

"Alrighty maties...We can actually move again, though bear in mind what Jar reported. Now... target those fighters, and raise hell upon them!" Arron yelled out with a smile, pointing towards the ships that were firing on the Typhon.

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Merchant Ship

They're coming in from the Air-lock!

Dammit, we can't close this thing!

Don't worry about closing it, just fire at them!

What the hell!? Gah!

Guh!

Those were the last messages the Captain heard from the two guarding the air-lock that Arms knocked out. He looked down to the ground contemplating this horrible situation.

"...Damn Pirates. I should have known that fucking brat was a pirate!" He said to himself. He then pushed a button on his control console.

"Attention all personnel, the Pirate scum has entered our ship. Find and destroy them immediately." The Captain said. As ordered, the rest of the crew of the ship armed themselves, attempting the approach of "The best defense is a good offense" by heading straight towards the enemy with an intent to shoot to kill.

Devil's Advocates (Saving the world...by burning it down!)

Name: Amon Deus
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Can be an image of any kind, or a description)
Desire: Escape away from this world, go somewhere where the angels can't reach him but he also desires for them to feel despair for all they did to him.
Ability: Can open portals to the plain of shadows and move between it and this plane freely.
Weapon: Metal strings
Personality: Before he saw the corpse he was a cheerful person. The brave one of the lot. He always went to the front and lead the others. After he awoke he saw that all that he was had been a facade forced down his throat to carry around wherever he went. He buckled to the ground and threw up. The thought of not being himself all those years, forced to pretend, fueled a deep anger inside him, anger towards the angels, anger towards the world.

@Bishop

Seems fine enough. I'll PM you my idea as to WHERE exactly he goes when I can. In the meantime, please Copy paste this to the Character section.

As I promised, the IC is ready. I need to do a few more things before I get it posted, but mark my words: It WILL be posted today/tonight!