Vertigo

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Still here as well!

Pokemon Topaz: A Pokemon RP set in either ancient Japan or modernish Australia (Interest check)

I've been planning an rp set in Feudal Japan myself, but won't have time to finish it or actually run it anytime soon-- so being able to be a player in one instead, oh man! My vote goes to Teohu, but am down for Ossaya too, considering the votes lean thataway rn.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

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As the icons began to glow, Elaeshor braced himself, resisting the urge to back away from the door. He still wasn't entirely convinced he'd gotten it right, and really preferred to avoid being struck by whatever magic worked hummed inside. Pride kept him rooted however, only allowing for the slightest step backwards as the door started to move — inward, thankfully, implying his deduction had indeed been correct,

Thank the Hells.

”Well then,” he began, turning to glance at his companions, when he noticed someone had snuck into their midst. An eccentric elf, not that were any other kind. Her timing was quite suspicious, and she sounded like she’d just stepped out of a play — or, perhaps, into one. Before Elaeshor could get a word in edgewise, she shrieked. The gunslinger flinched, his sensitive kitsune ears, hidden by his disguise as they were, hurting from the noise. What was she so—

Oh.
Water. Disgusting and reeking of sewage, gushed from the room they’d just opened. It wet his fine shoes, and for a moment Elaeshor was concerned it’d wash his smaller companions away. (They weren’t that small in truth, luckily.) Bopping in the water were items of various value and degrees of ruin, and the kitsune did not waste a moment trying to scoop up the scrolls if nothing else.

From the corner of his eye, he watched the elf. “You don’t appear particularly alarmed, Miss,” he noted, trying to spot anything else in need of rescue from the water, especially items small enough to slip into his sleeves without the notice of the others. “I take it you’ve some inkling of what might be going on here? We are on a potential rescue mission, my companions and I, so any help you could offer would be much obliged.”

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

I'll get a post up tomorrow, but feel free to beat me to it, if anyone wants to.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

Was waiting for someone else to go first so I don't double up, but can go after Rush then!

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

Ooh, hope you had fun and ate some good food!

I think ideally we'd be a full group, but Digi hasn't been on for a while at least, so maybe continuing as three with the missing two being able to jump in later if/when they return would be the way to go?

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

So what's the plan?

SPIRITUM

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Throughout their walk to their assigned meeting place — a small house packed to the brim with spooks — Silje had done her best to think about the Bier Fest, and the Bier Fest only. She was visibly in a foul mood — a rare sight to be sure — with her brows knit together tightly and mouth strained into something between an awkward smile and the beginnings of a frown. Silje didn't feel weird the way some of her comrades did, not able to read the situation beyond what it was on the surface. Rather, her anger had a much simpler explanation; she just really didn't want to hand off the princess.

But she had to. They had to. So, as to not earn a scolding, she tried to keep her thoughts strictly on the festival, lest she actually try and stop the hand off. After all, festivals were cool and fun, and it was doubtful they carried juice at all, so Justice would need to let her drink for once. She'd have a drinking contest with Valpal, heck, maybe even with Morde, and it'd be great. She and Gerard could play pranks on the festival goers. Ah, and she'd need to make sure Kali loosened up and had fun too, and Silje could only do that if she herself was happy. So. Happy thoughts.

By the time they entered Dirk's office and were forced to stand around while he and his dumb sunglasses whisper-interrogated the princess, the mist around Silje was crackling ever so lightly — a magical counterpart to a popping vein perhaps.

Happy thoughts.

Then, just as she was about to bid her teary farewell to Collette, the princess was suddenly and violently yanked away — as were all the colours in Silje's world. Gerard's telepathic sentence cut off. It felt as though one of Silje's senses had been shut off; her eyes closed or ears stuffed full of wax. In a heartbeat, the battlemage realized what that meant.

The Mist around them was gone.

But you couldn't truly keep it away, not forever. Some of it was already leaking back; a faint, barely visible hue framing her vision.

Then everything — everyone — burst into motion.

Her friends felled spook after spook so efficiently that Silje and her solitary handgun didn't really even need to get involved. Not yet. Colour crept along the blank walls, wafted through the air thick with gun powder. It wasn't enough yet; she couldn't work with Mist like this. It'd be like trying to paint a vivid scenery with diluted water colours. But soon. A moment, or two, or three, before she'd go and find Collette and Stupid Mr. Sunglass-Head.

And then, she'd no longer need to think happy thoughts.

Symphony on High

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20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | So(ME)thing On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

[Gold Projectile][Bend][Enhance][Special: Deepen Shadow][Summon] -112

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 326

Well, shit.

That was the first and last thought Ciri had time for before she plummeted through Trixy's waiting arms (thank god) and Boteg's solid back (oh fuck), approaching the ground with nothing in sight to break her fall.

Until something did. Ciri cursed as something smacked into her back, trying desperately to reorient herself as the world around her spun like a motherfucker. She couldn't see what had hit her, the ground that she'd been headed towards or the sky she'd fallen from, just shapes and more shapes, stripes of colour drunkenly drawn upon a canvas of vague blue. Urgh, she was going to be si—

Ciri yelped as she felt someone grab her. In an instant, she stopped spinning. The world didn't, though. Ciri's eyes were rolling around still, unable to focus on the myriad of Billies that now stood besides her. From somewhere nearby, she heard Luna shout, though she couldn't make her out amidst the spinning. Or the water, running over her eyes. At least she wasn't on fire anymore.

So, Tetrad was the one who'd... saved her. Scowling, Ciri tried to flip her Maverick ally off, but in all honesty she wasn't sure which finger she held up; it looked like seven out of about forty to her.

"How do we look up there? Anyone defending Crazy Train?"

Ciri opened her mouth to answer and nearly threw up all over Billy, so she closed her eyes and held up a hand instead. She kept swallowing as she spoke, words coming out slurred. "Ghive— me a shec, Boss."

Blinking furiously, Ciri looked back up towards the train, which was now also fucking spinning, and she was pretty sure that wasn't just the dizziness talking. "... Whell, nhone ofh us up there nhow, but I think... the thrain's all goo—"

Soon as she'd said it, a shape hopped onto Crazy Train — and another jumped off it. She couldn't really make out the former, but the latter was difficult to miss. It was Big Kitty, in the flesh, and the fur, holding onto Regina, while another unknown figure held onto her assumed brother. Ciri squinted, wiping water from her eyes, her focus slowly returning in response to the new threat(s?).

Somewhere high up, two dots of light appeared, and Ciri knew what they were. Incoming casts, towards the Catman. Honestly, good, let them fight each other while—

"Oh come on!"

Not a second after that thought, Blue landed some distance from Big Tony, rushing towards him and by extension, towards the literal epicenter of danger to... to heal Regina?!

Goddamn Blue and her bleeding heart, what was she doing, trying to save the fire bitch?! Yeah, she clearly had some past with the twins, but that hadn't stopped Regina from trying to burn her to a crisp. And if the fire psycho lived now, she might be grateful to Blue, sure, but Ciri knew she'd try to get back at her for nearly blasting off her head. Fuck that. She had enough enemies.

Ciri's head was still spinning, and there was no time to think. She didn't want to save all of them, and she sure as hell didn't want to end up saving the wrong target by accident. The intangibility shadows offered had proven useful, and she could see use for it here, too, but there were two damn sky lasers incoming and if she messed up the timing or the target—

Ugh. No. Back to basics it was.

Frantically, Ciri looked for any shadow close to her target. As fast as she could muster, she focused on pulling them forth, bending them into a large bird of prey on the way. She would save Blue. She was not going to owe her for doing the same to her earlier.

"Get her out of there!" Ciri hissed, even if no verbal commands were necessary, guiding her summoned eagle to grab Blue by the arm she was trying to hold onto Regina with and yank her away from danger, hopefully before the shitlasers hit the fan.

Hell on Earth: Supernatural & Demonic Detectives

WELL, if it isn't too late to toss my hat in the ring—