WatermelonTango

STONES

NAME: Jazzle Finks (Aka Jazz). He's a goblin.



ABSTRACT:
An obsessive tinkerer, dreamer, and an idealist with a pride that outgrows his stature.

INTENT:
To satisfy his curiousity for all that clicks, ticks, buzzes, or otherwise clanks. Would like to build an understanding of the world, and use this knowledge to leave his own mark.

FIRST ADVENTURE:
Jazzle is a part of a tribe of goblins that exist just outside the city border. They were scavengers, who etched a living out of the scraps thrown out of the developed city's borders. Jazz was inspired by the many gadgets and other bits and bobs the people threw away, and eventually his curiosity got the better of him as he found himself in the heart of the largest city in the continent. To the mind of a goblin who previously led a simple life in the slums it was mind blowing, and lead to a career of mischief and larceny all in the name of his burning curiosity. Goblins and humans have a tenuous relationship at best.

HOW DO YOU KNOW KETTLE?
To put it frank.. Jazzle once stole an expensive watch from the worldly traveler. It had such a pleasant tick, he just HAD to see what made it figuratively and literally tick. A long chase, painful bumps and bruises and a serious scalding had made the young thief get a change of career. No hard feelings!

WHY DID KETTLE PICK YOU?
Jazz figures out how things work. He can take things apart, inspect every insignificant detail, and put it back together new and improved. He is an innovator with fierce determination.

HOW DO YOU KNOW A'shinok?
While A'Shinok likely has no knowledge of Jazz's existance, the goblin is a huge fan! Whenever Jazz has had a hard day avoiding detection within the city walls, it is nice to relax and watch a good sport. He's always been meaning to get an autograph!
@Experiment 249

HOW DO YOU KNOW Ignace?
Ignace was the man who stood witness to Jazz's meeting with kettle, and he finds that thought incredibly embarrassing. Overall Jazz finds him kind and annoying as he never really got the appeal of his strange artwork, but he is tolerable enough.
@TheWildHost

STONES is open for new characters

@TheWildHost The idea of Kettle and Jazz's squabble being immortalized as a statue is an incredibly amusing one. I approve.

I like how this group is rounding out. @drewccapp and/or @orangebox If you want to, pm me with a character idea. I am still looking to insert something in my missing field, and it might make it easier to integrate you guys when you do make your characters.

STONES is open for new characters

I am setting up a situation where humans and goblins traditionally hate each other. I like to think Jazzle and Kettle eventually became friends and got over their prejudice, but I imagine it would be a point of contention going through the story. Goblins are a rarity inside of the city, and the few that are around are slave, illegal stowaways, or in rather rare cases secondary citizens. Outside of the city walls and the reach of authority they are more in control.

At least that's my head canon, I am open to talking it out.

STONES is open for new characters

NAME: Jazzle Finks (Aka Jazz). He's a goblin.



ABSTRACT:
An obsessive tinkerer, dreamer, and an idealist with a pride that outgrows his stature.

INTENT:
To satisfy his curiousity for all that clicks, ticks, buzzes, or otherwise clanks. Would like to build an understanding of the world, and use this knowledge to leave his own mark.

FIRST ADVENTURE:
Jazzle is a part of a tribe of goblins that exist just outside the city border. They were scavengers, who etched a living out of the scraps thrown out of the developed city's borders. Jazz was inspired by the many gadgets and other bits and bobs the people threw away, and eventually his curiosity got the better of him as he found himself in the heart of the largest city in the continent. To the mind of a goblin who previously led a simple life in the slums it was mind blowing, and lead to a career of mischief and larceny all in the name of his burning curiosity. Goblins and humans have a tenuous relationship at best.

HOW DO YOU KNOW KETTLE?
To put it frank.. Jazzle once stole an expensive watch from the worldly traveler. It had such a pleasant tick, he just HAD to see what made it figuratively and literally tick. A long chase, painful bumps and bruises and a serious scalding had made the young thief get a change of career. No hard feelings!

WHY DID KETTLE PICK YOU?
Jazz figures out how things work. He can take things apart, inspect every insignificant detail, and put it back together new and improved. He is an innovator with fierce determination.

HOW DO YOU KNOW [insert character name]?
No other characters exist yes. I will wait for it.

I tried to keep it brief and sweet. What do you think?

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

I apologize for not acknowledging Navi before. I honestly forgot you were with Link at all.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

There we go. We should do collabs more often.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

((Collaborative Post Between WatermelonTango and ApollosArcher))

Zelda didn't sleep well last night. She for the first time had to hold a man at arrow point to be picked up by the castle authoritees for questioning. The looks in his eye haunted her; he claimed to be a servant of Impa. He was currently in custody to be questioned by the authoritees, but Zelda couldn't help but believe him. He seemed genuine, and she was sure that the dark gauntlet on his arm was a burden on him. What sort of twisted dark magic would do that kind of thing to someone? Zelda stood lost in thought as she fiddled with the contents on her desk.

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Link got up slowly deciding it would be best to press on before anyone noticed his presense. He began to slowly move though the hall when he heard approaching guards he panicked before ducking though one of the doors. He froze as he turned, his Tri-force piece glowing brightly as he looked forward, face to face with the princess he was looking for he was at a loss for words.

Zelda looked at the man who had just stepped into her room with surprise.
"Who are-" She began until she got a better look at his face. Zelda blinked with the sudden realization. "I.. I remember you! You're the boy who fled Castle town during his initiation!"

Zelda's attention was caught by the glowing triforce symbol on his wrist. Her own symbol was glowing in response.
"No..." She began, her disbelief making it difficult to form a proper sentence.
Link nodded and gulped. "My names Link, Princess I was one of the farmers conscripted by your father due to rising amount of monster attacks in Hyrule fields. Yes I deserted but fate decided on something else." He slowly reached back and gripped the Master Sword gently pulling it free knealt before her. "I'm the Hero reborn."

There was a moment of silence as Zelda processed what Link had to say. The boy she had known as a simple farmhand was the bearer of the triforce of courage!
"You know... You couldn't have come at a better time." Zelda said with a warm smile.
"Things in Hyrule have been getting more and more uncertain. Strange forces have been gathering in castle town, and with you here in front of me now I know I don't have to face them alone."
Zelda approached Link and inspected the blade of the master sword.
"This is the real thing alright. I can feel the power emanating from the blade itself. Did you have trouble sneaking past my guards?" Zelda had a good humored grin on her face.

"No not really, they seem to just walk the same patterns over and over again. You pay attention it's simple. Didn't hurt I used to walk the place so I know my way around." He gave her a smile as he placed the sword back in the scabbard. "I'm glad I can help you Princess, Hyrule is home just much as anyone else. Where should we start?"

Zelda reached out and grabbed Link by the hand.
"Follow me," She said as she lead him to her balconey. From up here they had an excellent view of Hyrule town.
"As the bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom, I can sometimes sense when something is going on. I usually don't know what's happening, but I can usually tell if it's good or if it's bad."
She paused as she looked out solemly over the town.
"Recently the visions have been the darkest they have ever been. I can feel strange magics not native to Hyrule at work within castle town, and murmurrings of conspiracy in the streets. Something big is happening."
There was a large crowd gathering in the center of town. From this height they couldn't make out any specific details, but such large crowds are not common place in Castle Town.
"...What do you make of that crowd?" Zelda's brow was furrowed with concern.

Link's face flushed as the Princess held his hand as they look over Castle Town. "I don't know, I've been trying to get in here to see you. Perhaps this calls for some investigating by you and me? My first act serving the kingdom?" He gave her hand a gently squeeze trying to reassure her as they looked over the town below. Something was definetely going on, what ever it was Link didn't like it.

"Perhaps we should use a different way out though? The way I came in required swimming through the moat against the current. I almost drowned trying to make it in." He sighed trying to think of a way they could get out of the Castle without being spotted, no doubt the guards would try to stop him if they went out the front door.
"You know I have just the way. A secret tunnel out of the castle and into town. Promise not to tell anyone, okay?" She said with a mischevious smirk.

"It's a secret to everybody."

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Zelda and Link made their way through the streets of Castle Town. While there was the odd passerby, the streets were noticably emptier. Most likely due to the goings on in the castle square. The two of them finally made it to the commotion. What they saw was hard to take in.As the two neared the square they could make a strange women standing above the rest and man who towered over the others in the crowd looking Gerudo in descent. What shocked them most was a perfect copy of Link standing their in middle of the crowd.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Me and Apollo are currently working on a collab post which should be in soon. Soon Zelda and Midna will finally be able to meet after so much conspiracy and espionage going on.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Pam thought a brothel was a very weird place to have a hide out. It was a place without any semblance of a professional or orderly atmosphere, but she supposed that was why it was chosen. Strippers wandered through the hall ways doing their day to day business and Pam rolled her eyes in complete and utter disinterest. The sooner she could get out of here and get on to her assignment the better.

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Pam walked alongside Abigail in silence. Pam didn't really know what she would say in that situation
Do you often walk around with an entourage of robots? So lynch mobs, they're a hoot aren't they? None of it seemed the least bit appropriate. What Pam did know of this Abigail was that she was a meta capable of manipulating people's emotions. That made Pam a bit paranoid. Were her emotions being toyed with right now without her realizing? Maybe Abigail was using her powers to make her paranoid!

It was best not to think too hard on it.

Soon they encountered one of the mobs in question. Pam suddenly felt a wave of calm wash over her, and the shouting and screaming of the mob toned down as well.
"Woah..." Pamela said as she felt the affects of Abigails powers, "This is amazing. If we ever get out of this mess, I bet you'd make an excellent career out of helping people with depression." While it was nice that this mob was subdued, she needed to secure the perimeter of the family's home which was still a couple of blocks away. There were probably an uncountable number of people still out there on the streets.

"I'm going to go check on the home of the family," Pam said as she began skating towards the street and past the mob, "Keep your phone handy, and meet me when you can dispel this crowd. Things could get messy over there." Even though Abigail could calm them while she was nearby, she'd need to find a way to get them to return home or else they'd return to being an angry mob in minutes. Pam skated past, thankfully she didn't get anything but a few odd looks as she made her way to her objective.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

((Collab Between Letter Bee, Mass City, and WatermelonTango))
((Note: This is not the collab between Letter Bee and NarcsissticPotato that was spoken of in the OOC Thread; that's much later))

StuCorp
Garion 'Gary' Stuart fumed. Apparently, his attempt to protect the Pro-Metahuman Protesters got shot down (which was admittedly for the better), while his attempt to protect the Anti-Metahuman Protests from being killed by Supervillains also failed, and now said Anti-Metahuman protesters have martyrs on their camp. And, now, the FBI Building got bombed, and the President was about to declare Martial Law. He also heard from Cedric that Elena, now the highest-ranking FBI officer in LA, refused to believe that the attack came from Aperture, even though Aperture was already conducting illegal detentions (aka detentions outside of the privatized prison they already own), and inhumane human experiments.

Why couldn't he just release the evidence? Simple; because Aperture had already erased the evidence as soon as it had been discovered. Nevertheless, he knew, and it was enough. He then turned towards one of his assistants, and spoke:

"I need a confidence boost. Who wants me to take them through a tour of my secret projects?"
Anise Gillard, one of Gary's most loyal assistants raised a hand. She has known Gary for long enough that sometimes it's best to humor him. It keeps him in good spirits to be able to show his stuff off once in awhile. She pulled out her notepad, prepared to take whatever notes she would be expected to take.

"Thanks, Anise!" said Gary, smiling. "Let's do this!" And with that, the man then began walking, with a note of eagerness, towards the R&D section of StuCorp, where, a few minutes later, they arrived at a room where technicians were using remote control to move a bunch of globe-shaped droids who looked like Mini-Death Stars. The CEO of StuCorp then spoke:

"As you know, one of the most paranoia-inducing Metahuman powers is Mind Control, which can ruin the cohesion of a group of sapient beings whose only ties are their loyalty to each other. Thankfully, Mind Control has a weakness that it needs a certain range in order to be effective, and outside that range, well...that's what these droids are for." He then waved to one of the technicians.

"These droids can be auto-piloted or remote-controlled by personnel outside the range of any potential psychic below S-class. They also contain deflector shields, stunning lasers, robotic arms. and an instant shutdown switch that activates within one nanosecond of detecting technopathy. With these, we can capture Metahumans with Mind Control or Mind Reading as their power, and, well, put them away." He then smiled.

"What do you think? You have a quick mind; can you think up any flaws in this approach, or improvements that can be made?"

Anise looked over the design thoughtfully. She is well educated, having taken many courses in the various sciences in order to earn her this position and be given the honor to work at StuCorp. But she had trouble imagining any changes she'd made to such complex technology. However, in the light of recent attacks, one thing came to mind.
"Robotic responders are something that everyone believes are necessary, to reduce the risk of human casualty. Can these drones be used to combat other forms of metahumans? Like explosive wielders, perhaps?" Anise finished as she eyed the strange round designs of the robots.

"See, I knew you were brilliant!" spoke Gary. "Anyway, well, it depends on the explosive wielder's power. If their ability is to project explosive beams or projectiles from their hands, then these nimble droids can avoid those. If their ability is to make things explode, on the other hand, well, let's just say that the deflector shields grant limited protection from that kind of thing, but as said shields have to be let down for the orbs to release their stun lasers...not so much." He then smiled wryly.
"Thanks for pointing that out."

"And may I ask aside from your own ego for whom will you sell this to?" asked another, male, assistant, Trevor. "I mean these weapons are cool and all but we need to make money."

"Already sold 100 test units to the FBI," he spoke before checking his smartphone, "and it seems as though they put them to good use, too; capturing an Emotion Controller. Other FBI branches in Seattle, San Francisco, and Portland have also decided to buy more after the attack on LA."

"Yes individual FBI branches. But not the whole FBI. Boss the President landed at Andrews 20 minutes ago and flew to the White House the meeting he is having there will most likely mean martial law and not the kind where the local National Guard is running it. This is regular Army, Marines, Navy, Air Force. I have not included speial forces teams being sent to LA. You really think they'll listen to you? Their minds are made, you aren't gonna make a dent in it. No matter how cool your stuff is." Trevor sighed, "It is cool by the way."

"Thanks," spoke Gary, "and, yeah, you're right; so, unless Elena somehow shells out a few dozen million dollars, we won't be able to break even unless Aperture finally tips its hand and reveals its dirty laundry, which in turn is hard because, well, my brother failed to rescue the Technopath they've captured, and Elena continues to disbelieve that said Technopath was following Aperture's orders when - Let's move to other business." And with that, Gary Stu moved to another room, where a group of scientists were experimenting on what seemed to be silver circlets.

"You guys have already heard my lecture on Mind Control, so I don't need to repeat it. Anyway, as you know, direct resistance to Mind Control is far preferable to drones. Normally, this is achieved through mental training and exercise, but, here's a scary little fact: it doesn't always work. That's why, for both our use and others, we're developing these Chrome Circlets, which, when placed on the head, guard one from Mind Control. Not merely that, but here's the thing: despite their metal exteriors, each circlet is biological, as in, they're made from living organisms placed within a hard shell. That makes them immune to the Technopaths my competitors are employing."

"Biological methods of resisting mind control?" Anise said with an impressed expression on her face, "That's something that I've never heard of before! Do these organisms you mention require any form of upkeep, like feeding?"

"They're photosyntethic; the Chrome Shells are actually a new material that allows light to enter one way, then absorbs it, meaning that most of the light isn't reflected in a way that makes it look translucent," remarked Gary, waiting for Trevor.

"Okay. So what else is there with these?" asked Trevor.

"Nothing," spoke Gary. "Now let's go to the next invention!" And with that, the redhead led the two to a room where two Imitation Iron Man suits were being constructed, one for an adult, and one either made for a midget or a child. "Who can guess what these are?!" he said in a sing-song voice.

"You want to be Iron Man?" Trevor sighed.

"Are we training a branch of specialized anti-metahuman personal?" Anise asked, wondering who else would need such elaborate equipment.

"No, no," spoke Gary, "although that latter idea sounds awesome! Rather, these are for two FBI Agents, my adoptive brother Constantine - Consty to his friends - and his protege, Cedric Wessex." He then moved closer. "Fun fact, the ones behind the FBI's hiring of seecret Child Soldiers, that's Aperture, or rather, Aperture's faction in the Gov't. But soon, that piece of dirty laundry will be revealed as well!" Gary then lifted up his hand and did the 'L' sign for no reason except that it looked cool.

"Aperture should be quivering in their boots with you on the case, sir!" Anise said with a good humored grin on her face.

"They may be confident but they must convince the President the military will fail. That will take a longer than one attack on a few generals. That will take days, possibly weeks, at least that is the good side about martial law. It gives us time."

"True, true," spoke Gary, "and time, my friends, is something we can use well..."
END