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In The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keaton Plasse

Now, had Salamandra taken the bait and settled down, Keaton wouldn’t have considered running outside. Presently, with Salamandra choosing to square off against Lynn, Keaton didn’t have much of a choice. She had roughly a few minutes until the restaurant started reaching temperatures unsuitable for life, she figured, and therefore only a few minutes to yell whatever she could at Lynn. Calling Lynn an idiot would’ve made her happy, but it wouldn’t help either of them much. Yelling at her that her powers would make Salamandra’s stronger wasn’t too smart either since that’d give away Lynn’s powers to no real gain. Plus, Lynn knew who Salamandra was, knew what her powers were, so she could’ve made that connection herself. Or, at least, Keaton hoped she made that connection herself. Either way, it made no difference to Lynn, who was very apparently fireproof. While Keaton couldn’t discount the possibility of Lynn having more than just fire manipulation and color-changing hair, Keaton also figured that if it were significant, Lynn would’ve whipped it out already. At this point, the match was looking to be a smackdown, and Lynn was pretty small for a physical fight.

On the ground a short distance away from Salamandra was Archie, who looked to be in the middle of lizarding out. He couldn’t control himself in lizard form, couldn’t really control when he transformed either, by the looks of it. He healed fast, in his transformed state. Not in his human state, so he’d need some time for the broken leg. Maybe the pain was helping to center him, maybe it wasn’t. He had some amount of control, at least for the moment, but was that enough? He was too big for her to drag, much less carry, and he could probably break something if he hit her. But he wouldn’t do that yet—yet? His target, could that change? Yes—yes, it could.

Salamandra moved, and Keaton moved too, glancing outside as she rushed over to Archie’s side. Natalie wasn’t fighting the skull head, so that was one less target for Archie. Where she was, though, wasn’t something Keaton had time to wonder about right now.

Crouching at Archie’s side, she looked his leg over, finding herself unable to make much out under the shifting muscles. “Archie, if you can hear me, go for Salamandra—glowing hands. Her hands are glowing. Or the skull—blood-headed guy outside. He’s big,” she said as she looked up at Salamandra and Lynn. Lynn was on the floor, Salamandra above her. Salamandra was holding back, for whatever reason. Using her hands—she was vulnerable.

Her heartbeat in her ears, Keaton stood up, grabbing a plate and throwing it at the woman. “Lynn! She absorbs heat, use something else!” she yelled, then booked it for the exit. Maybe the plate would hit, maybe it wouldn’t. Point was, it’d distract Salamandra, give Lynn a moment, give her an idea of what Keaton was saying. Leave Salamandra clueless. The rest was up to her and Archie, depending on whether or not he actually could control himself. Keaton had too much fear-fueled adrenaline and too little fire resistance to help them more.
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In The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keaton Plasse

With the arrival of food came Keaton’s appetite, which she thought she’d lost earlier that morning. Given that she’d only ordered soup, though, she stuck with that, trying a dish here and there as she watched the others curiously. Across from her, Lynn scarfed down everything she got her hands on, stuffing her face like her life depended on it. She had a fast metabolism—really fast. Power-driven fast. Whether or not her life actually depended on it was uncertain, but Keaton figured it’d be more pleasant to burn through energy when there was more of it.

On the opposite side of the spectrum of food enjoyment was Natalie, who quite literally choked up on her food, eyes glistening as she proclaimed her delight. Keaton’s brows went up, and she flashed Archie an amused look, taking a piece of the fried dough he pushed her way. Somehow, the person with a tendency to turn into a lizardman was the second most normal person here. Eating with them was making Keaton feel spoiled, and she knew spoiled well enough to know that she wasn’t. That these three had harder childhoods than her was obvious, but it was only now becoming clear exactly how much harder they had it. So far, she ranked highest on the happy childhood scale, with Archie coming second. Then came Natalie, who seemed to have a normal personality under all the baggage she carried. Something haunted her, some event that left her with hollow eyes while threatening to overshadow everything else in her life. Last on this list came Lynn, who was so jumpy that Keaton was pretty sure some thinly-veiled eye contact could set her off. Lynn was the one who’d lived a life of hardship rather than being recently subjected to it, and it showed, as sad as that was. In their company, Keaton was both glad to have a decent well of happy memories to draw from and envious of the immediate kinship they shared by virtue of the tragic events in their lives. Here on the ship she was realizing she might never leave, she could do with a few people to relate to.

Mid-bite into a wonton, Keaton heard the door burst open behind her, and seeing both Archie and Lynn freeze prompted her to turn around. It took her all of two seconds to place the woman dressed in scrubs, her half-eaten wonton slipping off her spoon and back into her bowl of soup with a plop as icy fear shot through her. Salamandra, the leader of the Fire Worms, the woman who’d been the face of crime in L.A. for as long as Keaton could remember and the woman who’d been arrested and put away over five years ago, was walking into the restaurant without a care in the world. She’d been imprisoned instead of killed, and on The Promise of all places? That she wasn’t dead was shocking enough, and Keaton couldn’t even begin to fathom why she was on this ship. There was no rehabilitation to be done with someone with Salamandra’s track record, no reason why anyone like her would be allowed on the ship if The Promise stood for what it purported it did. But, then again, Keaton had already learned that the ship was a hoax of what it promised. Zero deaths? Boarding criminals like Salamandra guaranteed otherwise.

A scream from outside drew Keaton’s attention to the window, and she watched, frozen, as the skull-headed beast of a man outside reveled in his kill. Fear kept her in place as Salamandra drew her attention again, and it wasn’t until Archie ran past that Keaton finally managed to put a thought together again. He was dead. Salamandra just told him to stay put, but then she seemed to change her mind, telling everyone to get out. And she meant it. She was actually letting them out, actually letting them live, so—

Lynn’s voice interrupted Keaton’s surprise, and Keaton watched in horrified awe as the girl started talking to Salamandra, who’d literally just let them off the hook. And she was bartering with the woman, to enlist her help of all things. Lynn wasn’t crazy, but Keaton could’ve sworn she was, power be damned. Did Lynn think some tattoos and big statements would make a difference? Maybe it would. Maybe Salamandra would be interested. But that guaranteed nothing. Or did it?

Attempting to calm herself, Keaton glanced out the window again. The killer outside wasn’t someone she could reason with, wasn’t someone anyone could reason with. Maybe he bowed to power, maybe he didn’t. Whatever the case, Keaton was dead if she caught his attention. She wasn’t dead with Salamandra, though, so maybe, in some twisted sort of way, Lynn had the right idea in trying to reason it out with Salamandra. Not because aligning herself with the past gang leader was a good idea, because it wasn’t. If Salamandra had been imprisoned aboard The Promise for the last five years, there was a good chance that she’d tried and failed to escape before, which meant that the people running this place were capable of defeating her. Five years was a long time, after all, and if she was going to break out this time, she’d need a lot more than the musclehead outside. In fact, was Salamandra even breaking out? No—no she wasn’t. She was—what was she doing? Testing the limits? Irritating her captors? Whatever the case, it still stood that Keaton had a better chance staying put and talking as they waited for the guards to show up. It was too late for Lynn to retract her statements, and it was too late for Keaton to try and tell her that Salamandra wasn't pulling the jailbreak card. For now, they were waiting on Salamandra's response.

With that in mind, Keaton straightened, meeting Salamandra’s eyes with what she hoped was resolve. Of course Keaton was still scared, but considering Salamandra's ego, she might be offended if someone wasn’t, so that was fine. Everything was fine as long as it kept Salamandra’s interest, kept her distracted and talking instead of killing.
In Pokémon: Start → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Route 5 || Day 4: Evening || @PlatinumSkink

Eryn stared at the man as he sprang up, eyes widening as the bed stood and revealed itself to be a bookshelf. At his introduction, though, her confusion morphed into understanding, and she grinned. Since he kept rambling, she was forced to nod along instead of responding, and she listened with keen interest as he kept up his fast-paced monologue.

“Hey, you didn’t even—hey!” Eryn shouted, but the Trial Master was already gone. Somehow, he’d magicked out an Escape Rope that then magicked him away.

“Damn, think it’d be worth it to follow him with an Escape Rope?” she asked, looking at her team. Eri shrugged, Kylie chirped a happy “maw” of careless agreement, and Dei said nothing, lashing his tail instead as he looked down the cavern that had opened up.

“Well, anyway, we’re obviously going to take up his challenge. ‘If you win,’ I’ll show him ‘if,’” Eryn said, grinning. “C’mon, let’s see what else this third ‘one and only’ Trial Master’s got up his sleeves.”

With Dei and his flaming tail at her side, she led the way into the darkness, Tula wriggling in her arms. This, she was sure, was going to be fun.



In Naruto: Odyssey → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay

In The Five Senses → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ferris Talese
@Pezz570@HokumPocus

Ferris fixed his gaze on Chres when he heard the plan. He was to head up on his own? Though that course of action made sense considering the Sightless, it also meant that Ferris would be first meeting and aiding the others of the group alone. While he’d been able to establish himself with Chres and Octavio relatively easily, he hadn’t had to use his magic before he told them about it. Given peoples’ usual assumptions about augaisionists, Ferris preferred meeting people outside battle, but at the same time actions spoke louder on words, especially on the battlefield.

“Getting up there should be easy enough,” he said, looking up as he reached for the bottles along his belt. He would be jumping from a constructed platform into the tower and possibly into an ongoing battle, so strength and speed, perhaps reflexes, would work best. For jumping, his reflexes mattered more than his speed, especially when it came to finding and maintaining his footing once he landed.

Uncorking two vials, he swabbed one finger over each, then mixed the smells on the back of his gloves. Then, corking the vials again, he lifted his mask and wiped the smells onto the back of it before replacing it, checking that it was tied tightly. As he breathed, the thick scent of overripe bananas wafted in, interrupted by the piercing tang of vinegar.

“If anything, shrouding me in an illusion might help, but there’s no point if it fades by the time I’m there,” Ferris said, glancing at Octavio. “As for your familiar, the Sightless have seen him before too, correct? If so, there’s no point in sending him up. He’ll be another target, or an obstacle.”

Looking to Chres, Ferris nodded. “Ready when you are.”
In The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keaton Plasse

Archie led the way to a quaint little cafe that exuded an air of Chinese dim sum. Keaton had checked the place out once during the past week, mostly as a means to try all the food options The Promise had to offer. Though she hadn’t yet exhausted the list, she’d been pleased to find that decent food was not something the station lacked. At this point, Keaton wouldn’t have been surprised if there were powers out there that boosted cooking ability.

The last time she’d been here, she’d ordered a pretty standard fried rice dish, having decided that she’d judge by the basics. As an L.A. native, Keaton liked to think of herself as someone well-versed in cultural food, be that Mediterranean, Asian, or Middle Eastern. Finding that such options were available to her on The Promise, then, gave her a pang of nostalgia for the cheap Chinese and Mexican options she had at home. Even worse was knowing that she couldn’t call it home anymore; The Promise was where she was trapped until further notice, until she passed whatever tests and trials the system had in store for her and was branded as ‘safe for society.’ That her trust in this system was now wavering didn’t help her situation, especially since there seemed to be nothing the system could do to help win back her trust. After all, it’d been marketed to her as a safe place with a zero-death record, but none of the officers at the station seemed surprised by the corpse that had washed up. Rather, they seemed to go about it like routine, neither announcing it to the station’s occupants nor asking the public to help them find the killer. The whole situation was hushed up, shrouded in secrets that only helped to further Keaton’s distrust.

Sitting down at the aisle seat beside Natalie, Keaton watched as Archie poured Lynn a cup of tea, slightly surprised he didn’t fill the other two cups while he was at it. Was this a sign of solidarity, a show of camaraderie against Natalie and for Lynn? Or was it just a lack of culture and mannerisms, a sign of a hard and lonely childhood? A lack of culture, probably, since Keaton figured she was likely rather sheltered compared to her current companions. While she wouldn’t have called her childhood ideal, it was more happy than fraught, especially in memory.

Picking up the teapot, Keaton filled the other two cups before setting the teapot aside and wrapping her fingers around the cup. It was warm, comforting even, for no apparent reason, but Keaton was fine with that for now. The station was behind her, hopefully, even if the corpse and the killer weren’t.

The waiter dropped off menus, which Keaton opened, looking over her options. Maybe she’d order soup. She could do with something warm. A glance from Lynn, though, prompted her to stare at the girl, but Lynn closed her mouth, dropping her eyes to her menu. Did she have a question? Something to say? Whatever it was, she was nervous, judging by how she chewed her lip. Keaton would ask her later, after food. Ask her alone. She was jumpy, and Keaton did damage control better one-on-one.

Archie opened the conversation with a question about their interviews, which Lynn answered, looking between the table. Her answer hinted that she’d been uncooperative, though Keaton opted to nod instead of smile at her note that she wasn’t provided a lawyer. Surely Lynn hadn’t expected a version of the American justice system up here, complete with judges and juries? At best, they had a room of surly-faced white-collars reviewing their cases. At worst, the police on the station were in charge of policing themselves.

“My interview went fine. I went last, so they already had a narrative in mind when they asked me questions. I mostly just agreed to whatever they were saying, and I recommended that they look at their files on me if they wanted more information,” Keaton said, shrugging. “The older dude that interviewed me said he didn’t read my file, and I believe him, but there’s no way they don’t have files on all of us.”

When the waiter arrived back, Keaton ordered a bowl of wonton soup before settling in and waiting for Natalie’s answer. They’d talked about their interviews briefly at the station, and Natalie said she’d left out the details, so hopefully she wouldn’t set Lynn off again. If anything, Keaton had been surprised at how little Natalie said she’d given away, considering her pro-police agenda the previous day. Perhaps she was more reasonable than Keaton had initially written her off as.
In Pokémon: Start → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Eryn Montero
Route 5 || Day 4: Evening || @PlatinumSkink

“Yes! Tutu! You did it!” Eryn cried, running out to scoop Tula up and spin the Magikarp around, a grin on her face. “You’re going to grow up to be big and strong and amazing, and absolutely nothing less!”

The ground trembled slightly, marking Peri’s approach, and Eryn glanced up with a grin, patting the rocks making up Peri’s body. What a bunch of big babies, this team.

“You too, Per-per. You’ll also be big, strong, and amazing, but hey you’re more than halfway there already,” Eryn said. “Now, no more learning from Dei, alright? You’re your own individual, and if you’re really going to choose him as your role model, pick up something other than… you-know-what, alright?”

Peri stared down at her, silent, then made the now-familiar, half-grinding, half crunching noise again. Narrowing her eyes, she maintained eye contact with Eryn, as if daring Eryn to say something.

“Fine! Fine, see if I care that I’ve now got two grouches,” Eryn said, throwing one arm in the air. With her other wrapped around Tula, she walked back to her team, muttering under her breath about personality deficiencies and the possibility of Tula being the ideal.

Noticing her other Pokemon crowding together over something, she walked over. “Hey, what’s up? Everything good?”

Kylie turned around with a grin, raising a yellow object into the air. “Maw!”

“Oh, cool, what… is this a beak?” Frowning, Eryn raised the object into the sun, turning and examining it from different angles as she fished out her Pokedex around Tula. Was it bone? Rubber? Some kind of high-grade plastic polymer?

“Well, alright, Pokedex says this is a ‘Sharp Beak’ and ups the power of flying-type moves, which is, well, completely non-applicable to us right now,” Eryn said, sighing. “Into the bag it goes, I guess.”

Rolling her backpack off one shoulder around Tula, she opened it to put the beak in, then frowned, fishing out a large yellow stone, which gleamed with value under the light. “Wait, how—what? Ugh, Electric Gem? You know what,” she said, shoving both yellow objects into her bag, “whatever. We’ll see how much they sell for, at worst. Can’t go wrong with more items.”

Shaking her head, she looked back at her gathered team, which now numbered five strong. Not bad, not bad at all.

“Right, so, let’s see,” she said, scrolling through the Pokedex’s map, “our goals today are to check Peri back in with her parents and catch a water-type so I can phone Wilhelm back about the ruins. Besides that, we’re basically done. Sleep schedule’s ruined, obviously, but maybe we can tire ourselves out so we can head to bed early or something, and—oh, how about checking out that house over there?”

Pointing to the rather misplaced house in the middle of the route, Eryn frowned, checking her Pokedex over. The map said nothing really about a house, so was it a private place?

“Well, no harm in dropping by. Worst case scenario we get a ‘I get this a lot, scat’ or something,” Eryn said, grinning as she tucked her Pokedex away and walked her team towards the house. “Hey Eri, double me again, and if we’re going inside I might have to return you, Peri, alright?”

A rumble from overhead marked Peri’s agreement, and a glance behind her revealed that Eri had already donned her skin.

“Alright, nice, now, anyone home?” Eryn called, peeking her head in through the open door.



In Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire] → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Branna Naves
Lothian Empire: Alymere Fort || Midday

Movement from the corner of Branna’s vision as Mors took off prompted her to look back, her grin opening to show teeth when she spotted one of the lordling’s men following after her. If she remembered correctly, he was a wyvern rider as well, though he didn’t seem to prioritize his wyvern as much as his sword. A pity.

Now that she was closer to the forest, the lone guard she’d seen revealed himself to be an axe-wielder. Better equipped than the lowly thugs she’d fought in the burning city, he looked like he’d seen a battlefield or two, and Branna preferred when prey put up a fight. Positioning her spear, she let Mors direct the dive, her teeth cold against the wind as the dropped towards the unsuspecting target. That the non-riding wyvern rider was there to distract him was unnecessary, but she wasn’t one to pass on an easy kill.
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Status: Fine
Class: Wyvern Flier
Exp: 10/80
Inventory:
  • Iron Spear (3/3)
  • Vulnerary (3/3)

In The Promise - Second Star to the Right, and Straight on 'til Morning. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keaton & Natalie

Natalie looked up. The girl she didn’t know the name of was asking her if she was okay, and introducing itself. Natalie sat up straight, and cleared her throat. ”Yeah, I’m fine. Just made a fool out of myself on the way back. Didn’t the younger of the two staff have....kind of a thousand yard stare? His eyes looked like mine. I asked about it and he told me to mind my own business. Anyway. I’m Natalie. Ellis.” she replied, reaching over to offer her hand.

“Keaton Plasse,” Keaton said, taking the offered hand after a split second of hesitation. This was the girl with super strength, after all. “And yeah, he looked like he’d seen some things, but he’s a member of The Promise’s disciplinary force, so that’s probably natural. You tried talking to him though? I didn’t bother. We were here to get interviewed, so he probably just wanted to maintain some professional distance,” she said, shrugging. “I’m sure you’re fine though. You meant well, even if your question was a little nosy.”

Nosy? Was Natalie being nosy? Maybe she was. She wanted to share her thoughts with others and find out about them. After two years of no normal conversations, she was in a sense, craving them. But at the same time, she was very bad at them. Natalie didn’t reply, just looked a little sheepish and stared at her hands which were folded on her lap.

The intercom came on overhead, announcing that the four in the waiting room were free to go. However much Keaton was relieved to hear that she’d been cleared, she still felt a stab of alarm. Amelia—why hadn’t she been cleared? Should they wait for her, or was this something more?

The nearest guard betrayed nothing, and the hallway remained empty, as far as Keaton could tell. But, if Amelia really got detained, she doubted that the police would let them all leave. They were witnesses, in one way or another, so maybe her interview was just dragging out. That could happen; Amelia hadn’t exactly been in a talking mood the last time Keaton had seen her.

Natalie saw that Keaton was still looking down the hall. She sussed that Keaton was wondering why Amelia wasn’t with them. Natalie leaned forward again and spoke in a hushed voice. “Remember. Amelia said she saw something weird in a classroom on the first day. I think we’re all clear, but what she knows might be helpful information in catching the killer.”

“True. I didn’t say anything about her telling us about that,” Keaton said, her voice dropping as well as she looked to Natalie. “Did you?”

“I left out the actual details but I told them she said something. It’s ultimately her decision how much she tells them. But we’re innocent. It’s not like we need to lie in order to protect each other. The truth is on our side. I’m just going to keep telling it if we’re asked any more questions by staff.”

Keaton stared at her for a second. Natalie was being practical, but was there a shade of willingness to hang others out to dry in there? At the moment, Keaton felt a certain loyalty to this group, having spent the last eventful day or so together, but that was in comparison to the loyalty she felt to the system aboard The Promise. Whatever system was running this ship, it was neither one Keaton had lived with on Earth nor one she’d wanted to be subjected to. That didn’t mean she owed loyalty to her fellow parahumans, but she certainly felt an air of a us-and-them situation, so Natalie’s words were a blunt reminder of reality.

“That makes sense,” Keaton said. “I deflected instead of lying. I doubt they’d let me out as fast if I had lied.”

Natalie wondered why Keaton would need to deflect. Between everyone leaving the crime scene, to Lynn’s paranoia, to even Keaton’s apparent skepticism of the staff, Natalie was starting to wonder if there was something they knew that she didn’t. Their paranoia was almost giving her a little herself. Natalie was no expert on anything. Person A beats a dog for two years and then person B gives it a bath and a treat, the dog is inevitably going to trust person B. But was it right to do so?

Before she could communicate any of this to Keaton, Archie asked the group as a collective if they wanted to get something to eat. Natalie was admittedly scared of being so close to Lynn for that long but she did want to ease the bad blood between them, however it got this bad. Natalie nodded at Archie, and walked behind him and Lynn as they left the waiting room.

“Food sounds good,” Keaton said, glancing at what was left of the donuts Archie was eating. Whether or not she was actually hungry didn’t even matter—she just wanted to get out of here. Maybe try and take her mind off this all while she was at it, if that was even possible.

At Lynn’s question, Keaton looked at the girl, her eyes widening slightly when she saw the smoke curling off her hair, which was now a mix of bright red and blue. Her powers included changing her hair color, apparently, but why? Was it a completely separate power? Was she one of those people who’d won the power lottery and drawn a pack of abilities instead of just one?

Keaton made a mental note to ask about that later, preferably in a way that didn’t set Lynn off. “Breakfast or brunch, so pancakes?” she said, standing from her seat. “There’s a waffle house around here right?”
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