TheWizardLizard

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

"My lady, I am here for your - " The knight's attempted reassuring words were cut off in a flash of white as the girl shoved her hand into his faceplate. Suddenly, the pair were standing apart from each other, in a world of dark, washed-out shadows and brilliant constellations.

The Paladin jerked from side to side, trying to get his bearings straight. What had happened? Was this an attack? Had the same meta who'd comitted the attack somehow transported them to this strange place? He raised his fist and tried to direct light around it, trying to make a torch, cast away some of the darkness. His powers did not respond.

He looked back to the girl, who was stammering not far from him. "My lady, have no fear. Whatever foul power this is, I will..." His voice trailed off as he caught the look in her eyes, wild, desperate, terrified... guilty? "... You did this."

Obviously, there was more to the girl than had previously met the eye. Had she attacked him? Was this some act of malice designed to hinder or impede him? Alex rejected the theory out of hand. Even if it wasn't entirely against his principles to assume malice when other explanations were available, the way the girl was quivering like a leaf seemed to belay that theory. An accident, then.

The Paladin brought his armored hands up in an attempted placating gesture. "My lady, I mean you no harm. It seems that, in our misunderstanding, we may have been taken somewhere we should like very much not to be... where are we? What do these constellations mean? How do we get back?"

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Another independent heroic meta with a specific era-based theme whose powers revolve around making things out of light/pixels?

We could fight crime.

Multiverse RP?

Both, actually. The name comes from a story I've been writing on and off for a long, long time, about, well, the misadventures of a magical reptile and his much put upon apprentice. Made watching Sips's Skyrim series a little weird.

I was thinking about it, but I figured we'd get our share of fantasy worlds in this here RP - didn't expect many post-apocalyptic westerns. I guess we'll just see who else shows interest and work it out when the time comes to make sheets.

Multiverse RP?

I always loved these sorts of things, mostly because it's charming to see all the wacky characters bouncing off each other.

I've got a few settings I might draw a character from, though I think for this I'll use my Post-Apocalyptic Frozen Wasteland Western Dieselpunk/Clockpunk... thing. It should be suitably... unique.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

Alex can probably be counted on the side of the Reformists - the only reason he's not one is because he's far too independent for any real kind of organization.

Incidentally, a lot's going on with him at the moment, but I'll wait until @c3p-0h posts on Aya before I have him respond (given as he has currently grabbed her).

Multiverse RP?

Why not, I'm interested.

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Oswald and Darius Crowley

Blood mingled with rainwater as Oswald's fist crashed into the stranger's face.

"Bloody bastard!" he shouted as the would-be thief crumpled to the filth-covered ground. Oswald kicked the prone form, a savage joy filling him with each blow. "Gonna steal from us? Gonna try and pull one over on Oswald Crowley?" He yanked a knife from his boot and held it up to the panicked youth's face. "Two kindsa thieves in this world, mate - good ones and dead ones. You ain't the first, maybe you better be the last."

"Forget him, Oswald. we have places to be." Darius said loudly, watching the spectacle nonchalantly from a few feet away.

Oswald straightened his back and let the mewling pickpocket collapse into a puddle. "You're lucky me bruv's such a softie, mate. You get to keep your innards... in."

He turned back to where his brother was standing in the rain. "Bruv, I still think this is a waste of bloody time. We got a good thing going back 'ome, we don't need to throw it for the dead men who pressed us into a job two years ago."

Darius regarded his brother coolly. "No, Oswald, this is not a 'waste of bloody time'. We could get something out of it."

"We got money, bruv. Not like the rich-tits in their ivory palaces, not like the kings and princes, but... we got enough. We got a life. You remember those guys, don't you? The ones who didn't die? They're cracked, the whole bloody bunch of 'em."

The man writhing on the ground attempted to gasp out a plea, and Oswald kicked him disinterestedly. "Shaddup. Well, Darius? What've the Seraphs got that you're lookin' for?"

"Maybe I want to live to in an ivory palace, or an ivory tower, or whatever. I want to be on top of the food chain, you know, for once."

Without looking away from his brother, Darius shot out four bolts of frost with two gestures of his gloved hands, freezing the man to the ground by his arms and legs.

Oswald spared a dispassionate glance at the man now frozen to the ground, utterly accustomed to his brother's casual use of his powers. "See what you get, prick? Have fun thawin."

He turned and began to walk away, gesturing Darius to follow him through the rain. "Oh, it's the money now, Darius? You always did know the way to your brother's heart. Alright, we'll say you're in this for the money, not your bloody 'principles.' Where we gonna get that money? Does it fall out of Ninran ribcages when you stab 'em?"

He spared a glance at the knife in his hand and was taken back two years, to when a similar blade was clutched in his hand, slicing Ninran flesh. The air stank of powder and magic and blood as he stabbed and shot and punched and kicked, broke arms and legs, slit throats, smashed faces. His brother had been beside him then, as ever, slinging frostbolts from both gloves as foes froze and shattered around them.

The Ninrans thought they'd sent more than enough men to kill two junior members of the Seraphs. They had been wrong.

Oswald shook his head, sending rainwater spilling to the floor. It'd been a long time ago.

"Well, Oswald, when we split two years ago we planned to get revenge. Revenge on a kingdom, yeah? When it's done, we can sneak our way to the treasury and get some coins. And gold." Darius smiled knowingly at his brother, well aware he was hitting a weak spot.

Oswald paused for a moment. "... I like gold. It's somethin' I'm rather fond of."
The thug sighed and kicked a puddle. "Alright, bruv, we'll go to the meeting, but don't tell me I don't never do nothing for ya." Sheathing the knife back to his boot, he cast a glance around the street. "Alright, you're the smart one, you solved the bloody riddle of where we were meant to go. Take me there."

Darius looked at his brother askance. "Wait... I thought you knew where to go? Because I don't have a bloody clue."

Oswald rubbed his brow. "It is mad that people think you're the smart one. Uh, we had a password to say, right? Something about some King? Nemamemay... something? You're the one what reads."

"Oh, yes, that's the password. 'I'm looking for the room of Lord Nemamemiah.' Reference to the history of the order, I think. That's the one, Oswald."

The thug scratched the top of his head and looked up at the rainy night sky. "Town can't have too many inns. I saw one not to far. How about you go in and say the password, and I'll stay back and look all tough in case we got it wrong?"

Darius nodded at his brother and walked ahead. "Okay."

It didn't take long to reach his destination, and Darius walked into the inn and made his way to the bartender. "Hello, I'm looking for the room of Lord Nemamemiah."

The bartender rolled his eyes and replied. "Oh, yes, right this way." Darius turned to call his brother into the inn and they followed the bartender to the meeting room.

The brothers entered the room to behold the gazes of all present looking at them. Darius grinned as he saw them. "Hello, the Crowleys are here! And you alls thought we wasn't gonna show."

Oswald rolled his shoulders slightly and leaned against the wall. "Hullo, angels. Miss us? We wasn't gonna show, but me bruv and I just couldn't stand the thought of abandonin' all you... charming blokes."

The criminal grinned and began twirling a knife between his fingers. "Well, we sill missing anyone, or can we get to business?"

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Is Oswald the only member with no Aether affinity (not counting the princess)? He is! That is the way of it!

Hooray for Team Normal!

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

The Paladin whirled around at the sound of weapons being loaded. Immediately, a white shield materialized over his left arm, and he shifted his body to be covered by it. Bullets clattered into the hard light and fell still, sending ripples through the surface and making a really interesting noice - sort of a deep, resonating 'bwoop' sort of thing.

Just as Alex was planning his next move, the situation was altered quite drastically - in his favor. Knives came arcing through the air, destroying the weapons, and a new figure entered the scene.

Immediately he rattled off a set of orders to the Paladin, who glanced at the woman he'd pointed to in shock. How had he missed a potential victim so close to the fight? She could have, would have gotten killed if he'd engaged without this new figure. Maybe he would have to, come to think of it - the man seemed pretty certain that the killer was not a man to mess with.

Alex accepted the box of sweets and nodded. "I will get the civilian to safety, then return to cover you. Should you have any need of direct assistance, do call for me, and I will come as quickly as I am able."

Holding the box under his arm and probably crushing most of the goodies within, the Paladin took off running towards the woman - more of a girl, really, getting closer to her. "Apologies, my lady, but the hour is much too desperate for chivalry!" he shouted out as he grabbed at her and kept running, already forming a thick bubble of hard light to protect his passenger from harm.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

My character has arrived on the scene of the crime.

Here's... here's hoping he doesn't just get sawed in half.